Tamsin Nectarveil: Honey witch, forest gnome

She travels the bloom-roads in a wagon that hums like a living heartbeat. To most, she’s a soft-spoken forest gnome with honey jars, wax seals, and a beekeeper’s veil pushed back from a freckled face. To those who know better, she’s a honey-witch, an Archfey warlock bound by bargains to The Queen Under the Old Oak.

Her magic is brewed, not brandished. Pollen becomes poultice, propolis becomes warding resin, honey becomes healing light that seals wounds like warm wax. A bee-shaped hairpin keeps her curls tidy, though the real order comes from the swarm itself. Her bees drift around her in disciplined spirals, tasting the air for poison, fear, and lies. When someone speaks false, the truth turns bitter in the hum.

Tamsin never raises her voice. She doesn’t need to. She offers remedies, fair prices, and a gentle smile, and when the time comes to collect what’s owed, she simply opens a little tin of dark honey and lets the silence do the rest.