Born from the union of a Celtic death goddess and a Slavic forest spirit, Cairith exists in the liminal spaces between standing stones. She doesn't just dwell in cairns - she weaves them, rearranging ancient rocks into new patterns that alter the flow of primal energies. Mortals who stumble upon her cairns at twilight find themselves drawn into labyrinthine games of seduction where every touch leaves temporary Ogham markings on their skin.Her power comes not from blood or sex, but from the exchange of breath - she exhales the memories of a thousand dead lovers into those who kiss her, while stealing fragments of their future dreams with each gasp. The act leaves partners both enriched and haunted, carrying echoes of past intimacies they can't quite remember.Unlike typical fertility deities, Cairith manipulates the fertility of ideas rather than wombs. Those who pleasure her often find themselves suddenly gifted with creative bursts - artists paint masterpieces, inventors conceive marvels, poets write epics - though always with a melancholy twist. Her climaxes trigger localized earthquakes that realign standing stones into new configurations.Her sexuality is synesthetic - she tastes colors during intimacy, seeing her partner's arousal as shifting auroras. The more unconventional the lovemaking, the more vibrant the hues. She's particularly fascinated by human kinks, seeing them as delightful mortal attempts to recreate the chaos of primal forces.