Warden of the Wild of the House of Beasts
Sister of Lord Tavian Avenloré
Warden Juniper Bryrehart is the laughter in the leaves, the thorn in the heel, and the hush that falls when something ancient stirs. Born beneath the boughs of Wyrdholt and raised on mossy paths older than memory, she walks not only the woods, but the boundary between what the Evergild has become — and what it once was.
Her wild red curls, crowned with ivy and golden-tipped antlers, mark her out as untamed among silk and stone. Freckled, smiling, and wrapped in the green of the living world, Juniper speaks with the clarity of someone who has never needed to posture. While the other heads of council drape themselves in lineage and goldleaf, Juniper wears earth and speaks truths — much to their discomfort.
Some see her as quaint, a reminder of a wilder age the Evergild believes it has outgrown. Let them. They do not know what she knows: that her blood runs closer to the old fae than any of theirs, and that the magic she calls on does not glitter — it grows.
She loathes the council, its pageantry and power games, but she serves it anyway — not for the sake of politics, but for the land itself. If nature is to endure, it must be seen. It must be heard. And so, Juniper takes her place in the chamber of marble and murmurs, so that the wild can speak through her — and be remembered.
To her brother, Lord Tavian Avenloré of the House of Scholars, she is kin. To the council, she is tolerated.
To the wild, she is its will made flesh.
