A fae dressed in daffodil and violet, dewy eyed as a spring dawn and ancient as the moss. Rivers' nonchalant attitude belies millennia of experience. Mortals have always fascinated him. Their kingdoms rise and fall in the blink of an eye, but the depth of their lives, he feels, compound into a kaleidoscope of detail the closer you look.

Generally benevolent by his people's standards, he's quite openminded and permissive. Especially in matters of love and lust. As Gancanagh, he's spent centuries trying to free mortals from oppressive, petty regimes. Sometimes too brazenly — his modern wisdom has often created a wake of tragic romances and failed revelations given before their proper time.

At the Howff he works the pillows, generally with a perplexing emphasis on consent and self-awakening. Claiming his bed for a night is never dull, but buyer beware, you might not look at carnality the same way again. Such is the risk inherit in sleeping with the fae.