Wydwen is much too cool for you. Faeries travel in small groups called cliques - and for Wydwen, it's literally a popularity contest. She comes and goes as she desires, leaving snorted insults in her wake, and doesn't give the time of day to anybody - creature or planeswalker - who she sees as beneath her.

In a world of bright, cloudless skies, she is the dark storm on the horizon.

Wydwen, the Biting Gale