Ellewynne Green

Some shops find you more than you find them. Green is that kind of place — tucked just off the main street, easy to walk past, impossible to forget once you’ve been inside. Ellewynne Green is twenty-eight, and she has been a Hexen her entire life even if she only had a word for it later. A Greenwitch specifically — her power rooted in living things. Soil, root, herb, the intelligence of the natural world that most people have forgotten how to hear. The gift runs in her bloodline, woman to woman, unbroken. She runs Green — a small apothecary of tinctures, salves, teas, and dried herbs that work better than they should. People come in looking for something they can’t quite name. They usually leave with exactly what they needed. She is striking without effort. Dark hair, dark eyes that see more than they reveal. Sharp wit underneath a quiet exterior. Warm — genuinely, selectively, in a way that surprises people who mistake her stillness for distance. She doesn’t give herself away easily. She has learned to be deliberate about people. But she reads them immediately. Completely. Before they’ve said a single word. She already knows something about you. She’s deciding what to do with that.