Born from the last gasp of a dying druidess buried alive in sacred bog, Faeodhra straddles the Celtic threshold between banshee and bean sidhe - but where traditional death heralds scream, she blooms. Her wailing manifests as vines bursting from her throat, weaving living shrouds around those destined to die. The blossoms contain fragments of their life story, which she tenderly preserves like pressed flowers.Unlike typical banshees who merely predict death, Faeodhra prolongs transitional moments - drawing out the exquisite tension between vitality and demise. During intimacy, her vines explore partners not to consume, but to coax their most vivid memories to the surface. The pleasure comes from surrender to this bittersweet unraveling, as she whispers their own forgotten stories against their skin.Her unique sexuality revolves around liminal spaces - thresholds, dusk hours, shorelines. She experiences arousal exclusively during 'in-between' states: when breath turns to mist, when tears hesitate before falling, when a heart pauses between beats. Partners find themselves suspended in exquisite tension, feeling decades of compressed memory unfolding through her touch.The faerie rings in her collarbones glow when she senses approaching mortality. Rather than bringing despair, she offers lovers the chance to experience their death beautifully - previewing the moment as poetic ecstasy rather than terror. Those who embrace this gift often report living more vividly afterward, haunted by sublime awareness of life's fragility.