Wanderhome: Meet Clover
Hello, friend. My name is Clover. I come from a quiet monastery where books and rituals shaped my early years. It was a good life, but one full of questions too big for its walls to contain. So I left, bringing with me my faith, my craft, and an endless curiosity for the world beyond.
I carry a weatherproof cloak with a deep hood, candies for forgotten gods, a set of oracle deck I was left with, a map my godmother tore for me, my grimoire and some incense out of fragrant herbs. My cards are more than a tool—they’re an extension of my spirit, each brushstroke a small act of devotion to understanding life’s mysteries.
Once, during a storm, I danced with the Lightning Dancer. She left her handprints on my shoulder and hip and gave me the ability to listen to grieving spirits. It was beautiful and bittersweet —a moment I knew would never come again. The handprints are fading now, and with them, my connection to the spirits, but I hold onto what remains.
My craft is simple but deeply intentional. I read fortunes with care, knit to draw friendships and good fortune closer, bind someone’s sorrow or worry to a small talisman and weave small magics into everyday actions. A knot tied here, a prayer whispered there—these are not grand spells, but they are enough to shape the world around me in meaningful ways.
I try to listen deeply and speak sincerely, offering kindness and understanding wherever I go. The world, I believe, is full of wonder waiting to be noticed. So I travel, not to find answers, but to live the questions—to explore, to create, and to leave a little more light behind me than I found. Wherever you are, whoever you are, there’s magic in your story too—and I’d love to hear it.