Aidan

Aidan is a shy little thing. He doesn't speak at all, communicating only in fin-flicks and flaps that even other Faes find strange and difficult to parse. It's not known whether his lack of limbs is a birth defect or if he belongs to some mysterious new species, but either way, he seems to manage fine without them, deftly maneuvering with his wings and surprisingly powerful tail.

He has a special affinity for flora, and carefully flits around what few bright cultivars manage to sprout in the dry soil of the quarantine zone, using every last mote of his tiny power to make them bloom.