Meet Tharnwick

Before the stories begin—before the fairies flit across the page or the gemstones catch the light just right—there is Tharnwick.

You’ve seen him, perhaps. Whether Bronze-skinned or green, he is always watching. He’s turned up beside necklaces, gazing at bracelets, posing proudly atop a red-spotted mushroom. Sometimes he meditates. Sometimes he perches. But always, always, he’s guarding something.

Because that’s what Tharnwick does.

He is the Guardian of the Fae Talismans.

No one remembers who gave him the title—only that he’s had it longer than most fae have had wings. Tharnwick is a shapeshifter, but prefers his current amphibious form for its practicality (and, one suspects, its air of dignified absurdity). Whether you find him bronze, stone, or slimy, Tharnwick is no ordinary frog. He is the keeper of relics, the warden of wonders, and the one who ensures each enchanted object finds its destined wearer.

You see, these aren’t just accessories. Each necklace, bracelet, or figurine in this realm carries a story—some of them ancient, some still unfolding. Tharnwick’s job is to know who these stories belong to, even before the wearers do. His network of frogfolk (seen in many forms throughout this enchanted place) maintains quiet watch over the hiding places of these magical pieces until the time comes to prepare them for crossing into the human world.

And when that time comes? He chooses.

Sometimes you’ll catch a glimpse of his choice—your eye drawn inexplicably to a piece you can’t stop thinking about. Sometimes, it will feel as though the piece chose you.

Tharnwick would never say it aloud, but he’s particularly proud of those moments.

His favorite perch is a red mushroom near the edge of what some call the Faewilde—the liminal forest where magic curls between trees like mist and wings leave trails of light. At times he can be found seated, bronze and knowing, in a quiet alcove with a view of the future.

Because just beyond the jewelry and the shimmer, the stories are waiting.

One of them begins not far from here. In a place guarded by a frog named Cassandra—blind-eyed, book-bound, and older than moonlight. The secrets of the Faewilde are inked behind her eyes.

And soon, she will start to read.

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