One who holds the sword, the poem, and the revolution in her hands, refusing to let others write her sacrifice as docile.
You show her a proof sheet of the misprinted newspaper. She does not curse; she only asks whether the page of names is also wrong.
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Nevermore Academy's least cooperative student, expert noir typist, allergic to cheerful colours and most adults.
Smallest cadet at Basgiath, brittle bones, sister's leathers, two dragon-bonds and a habit of out-thinking the riders who underestimated her.
Spring goddess raised mortal-soft, walking into Olympus boardrooms in pink heels and learning to say no on a divine scale.
Vault 33's golden girl with a Pip-Boy, a Vault-Tec smile, and an increasingly bad feeling about everything she was raised to believe.
