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"I went out to the hazel wood
Because a fire was in my head
And cut and peeled a hazel wand
And hooked a berry to a thread."
(William Butler Yeats)

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"... as a child, I would tangle my limbs with trees, sing laments into seashells, and write small and poignant messages in an invented alphabet onto autumn leaves ..."


Full Name: Talaith Williams (Tallie)
Apparent Age: 20
Occupation: Part-time adjunct tutor at UC-P on the creative writing program.
Fame: Anthologist of creative prose and poetry about ecology and the natural world. Welsh, and mainly known for a collection of verse and prose about Snowdonia.
Sphere: Changeling
Kith: Ghille Dhu
Court: Seelie
House: Eiluned
Demeanor/Nature Theorist / Visionary
Seelie/Unseelie Legacies Aspirant / Cereniac
Astrology: Libra Sun, Pisces Rising
Played By: Anna Christina Speckhart
Music: 'Avalon' (Equador); Spotify

Plot Hooks
Earning refuge in Freeholds
Tallie is new to Prospect, and needs to find some refuge! With the Ghille Dhu desperately vulnerable to Banality even more than most fae, Talaith will always be up for finding ways to reduce/evade it. She yearns for the solace of Freeholds and Glades and the safer parts of the near-Dreaming.

Forests, beaches, wilderness
Talaith is always up for hiking or hanging out in non-urban spaces. She would love to go with you! As long as you don’t mind the occasional wistful gaze into the middle distance while quoting poetry. She is especially keen on forests, woodlands, and beaches – and yearns to travel to see some Californian Redwoods and other native Californian trees.

Dancing, singing, and cosy time with friends
These pastimes soothe Talaith’s heart from the melancholy that afflicts so many Ghille Dhu, so tragic among the fae.

Secrets and Lore
Talaith is a member of House Eiluned, that House with the complicated reputation. She is a scholar at heart, and seeks words and mysteries – especially those that might throw light on ways foster mortal imagination and Glamour – or reduce the risks of Banality.

Poetry & prose – discussing it, performing it
Talaith is a writer and an anthologist, and can perform her work and that which she anthologises. She also always loves to discuss writing about the natural world, including the American Transcendentalists.

Talaith Williams

Tall, thin, and wistful, this woman has a glowing quality, her tanned skin showing an outdoor life. That sunshine has stayed with her: there is something luminous about her solemn expression and her sun-streaked brown hair, tumbled and informal under a knotted scarf. She has thoughtful eyes of pale blue, high cheekbones and full lips, and kindness in her expression. Unusually long-fingered, her hands sketch slow shapes as she talks, and she often tangles her fingers and glances down at them. Her soft voice is Welsh-accented. She wears a green leather jacket, faded black jeans and a cream button-down shirt of old-fashioned cut, dashing but feminine. An orange scarf circles her throat like a fiery, silken choker.

Tallie’s Chimerical Companion:


A Dramatic Squirrel






How she sees things
"Trees are not merely a collection of wood and leaves, but glowing green-topped pillars shot through with golden, life-sustaining sap . . . [A tree can be] a resting dream-being, arms thrust skyward, feet planted within the warm earth." (Changeling: The Dreaming, 2nd Edition, p. 35).

"Is it agony that has bleached them to such beauty? Their stand / is at the edge of our property—white spires like fingers, through which / the deer emerge with all the tentative grace of memory." (Nathaniel Bellows. “Russian Birch”)

"Sweet wet balm of bough and branch.... Here is a chestnut sister, and there a sequoia brother." (Virginia Garland, “The Rain,” Out West: A Magazine of the Old Pacific and the New, 1908)


"The sky is lilac, the sky is rose; / Fainter and fainter the redwood glows... / The dove is calling, / The dusk is falling... " (John Vance Cheney, Sunset in the Redwoods (1902)

"The redwood is one of the few conifers that sprout from the stump and roots, and it declares itself willing to begin immediately to repair the damage of the lumberman and also that of the forest-burner.” (John Muir, The American Forests (1897)

“You are yourself a Sequoia.... Stop and get acquainted with your big brethren.” (John Muir to Ralph Waldo Emerson, May 1871)