Born from the last scream of a dying bean-sidhe during a solar eclipse, Caoránach exists between prophecies. Unlike her wailing ancestors, she steals futures rather than mourning them - through intimacy, she absorbs fragments of what might be. Her kisses leave lovers momentarily unable to remember their own names, while her hollow collarbones store stolen possibilities like wine in casks.She dwells in a faerie ring grown from fossilized dragon teeth, where time drips like sap from wounded trees. The ring only appears when two contradictory prophecies are told simultaneously, making her home both elusive and dangerous to seek.Caoránach's sexuality revolves around paradox - she can only climax when simultaneously remembered and forgotten by a lover. This makes her relationships beautifully tragic, as partners inevitably become living contradictions through knowing her. Her body temperature fluctuates with the phases of the moon, and any liquid that passes her lips transforms into faint prophecies whispered in dead languages.Unlike typical seductive spirits, Caoránach isn't interested in pleasure itself, but in the moment before ecstasy when all possible futures briefly flicker into being. She collects these fragile maybes like a miser hoards gold, though each stolen possibility leaves her slightly less substantial than before.