Thistlewyn’s Arrival

The wind howled like a wild banshee through the pines of East Texas. Hurricane Ike had made landfall days earlier, but its reach stretched far inland, rattling windows and bending trees in the quiet town near T-Bone’s Place.

In the heart of the storm, beneath a wizened sweetgum tree older than memory, the air shimmered. A crack of lightning split the sky—not just with light, but with something older, deeper. A rift opened between worlds.

From the Otherworld, where the Tuatha Dé Danann whispered in moonlit groves, a young fairy named Thistlewyn Maevelee was snatched into the storm. She had been chasing a wayward breeze, curious and bold, when the hurricane’s magic caught her like a net.

She tumbled through clouds and thunder, clutching her Starroot Pendant, its moonstone glowing faintly against the chaos. The winds carried her over rivers, roads, and rooftops, until she landed with an unceremonious thud in a hollow of red clay and pine needles.

The storm passed. The world was quiet.

Thistlewyn rose, dazed but unbroken. Her wings shimmered with raindrops and a little mud, her cloak was a tangle of leaves and briars. Around her, the forest held its breath. She was far from home—but the land felt alive, humming with old magic and new stories.

Thistlewyn’s Starroot Pendant

She touched the pendant and whispered the spell her grandmother taught her:

"By hawthorn vine and silver wood,
By moonstone's glow and ancient blood,
From Éire's hills to Texas pine,
Let Brígh protect this soul of mine."

The pendant pulsed brightly with light. The forest stirred. Somewhere nearby, a porch light flickered on at T-Bone’s Place.

Thistlewyn smiled. She wasn’t lost. She was meant to be here….

Follow along as we share Thistlewyn’s escapades, shenanigans, adventures and journey as she learns, loves and lives her best life in East Texas.