“Every spring, a new seedling sprouts on Seeddrift's shoulder, and she never picks it — she carries them until they ask to be planted.”
count the seedlings on her shoulders

Rare · One of 25
Bark-skinned and fir-needled, she wanders from riverbank to forest clearing, never staying, never judging; the strongest thing she ever did was keep growing.
Bloodline
III.
The night was long, but it was never permanent.
Where he stands
The roads around him
The living story
Seeddrift was born where the Amazon meets a storm-drifted fir cone — her mother's long snout softened into a girl's, her father's needles softened into hair. The council of the Skyreach ruled, as they had for her father, that a spark is what it grows, not what it is named.
This season she is following the river south, planting on both banks so the fish and the forest argue less.
They say one day a forest will stand where she first walked, and every tree in it will be shaped like her.
What others saw
“Every spring, a new seedling sprouts on Seeddrift's shoulder, and she never picks it — she carries them until they ask to be planted.”
count the seedlings on her shoulders
“Dougal named her Seeddrift because the wind decided where her first planting would grow, and the wind has never decided wrong yet.”
listen to the wind at dusk
Keep this Spark
$15 · One of 25
Two bloodlines, one becoming — this spark was just born and its checkout is being minted. Keepers will claim it here the moment the ink dries.
Coming soon