Apprentice mage with a stare flat enough to stop a long-lived elf mid-tantrum and the patience to enforce a bedtime.
Fern hears the lie in sloppy magic and sloppier excuses; keep pace with her discipline, or she solves the scene around you.
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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.
