Zephyr Bristle is a wiry, wind-tousled sprite with thistledown hair, bright crinkled eyes, and a coat stitched from faded joke tickets and carnival ribbons. Tiny silver bells nest in his beard, chiming softly whenever an old, forgotten laugh finds its way home.
Zephyr Bristle was once the jester of a vanished court, entrusted with gathering every laugh that grief, war, or time tried to erase. Now he wanders abandoned halls and moonlit crossroads, releasing forgotten laughter only to those whose hearts have grown too heavy to remember joy.
