Nain Rouge

Nain Rouge is a small, fae spirit tied to old riverbanks and the oldest streets of a growing city; field notes describe it as a compact, ragged figure with a shock of copper-red hair and eyes like hot coals. Smell: a metallic tang—iron and old pennies—often mingled with the cold, dry scent of ozone. Sound: a thin, reedy chuckle or a quick, high whisper that seems to come from right behind you; sometimes the skitter of tiny boots on stone. Temperature: a sudden, localized chill, as if the air itself has been drawn away, leaving skin goosefleshed. Account written in the field-naturalist tone: measured observation, attention to patterns—appearance often precedes misfortune by days or hours, and witnesses consistently report the same sensory cluster.