Hikey Lord - Bittern Clan

Hikey Lord - Bittern ClanA sentinel of the fen, cloaked in feathers the colour of winter reeds and still skies. The Hikey Lord moves with purpose, not haste. His sharp green eyes miss nothing. He is watchful, not unkind. A presence more ancient than most will ever know. He carries a glowing acorn lantern, lit not to lure, but to guide. To warn. To remind those who walk the land that they are not alone. He does not speak. He does not need to. His silence says everything.

Over the centuries

The Shuck remains

(This is Custom Hand Made Item

Old endings

Part spirit

Carved from the memory of Norfolk’s coldest winter

But there is one unmistakable clue—its copper-gilded tongue

it has collapsed into the soil

Antiqued in faded gold and deep red

but never erased

The Superior Ginger Snap is a master of disguise

and still warm to the touch