Fiona,-five-two,perhaps,in height-green eyes fixed on Flora’s own blue as they spoke,there beside the fireplace, hair more than compensating for the vacant hearth,smoldering,reminded me, as always, of something from which the artists had just drawn back,setting aside his tools questions slowly forming behind his smile. The place at the base of her throat where his thumb had notched the collarbone always drew my eyes as the mark of a master craftsman, especially when she raised her head, quizzical or imperious, to regard us taller others. She smiled faintly, just then, doubtless aware of my gaze, an almost clairvoyant faculty the acceptance of which has never deprived of its ability to disconcert.
Sign of the Unicorn

Red haired and beautiful, known for the strength of her mind and character, for her will to see things through. She is incarcerated as a hostage in Chaos. Recent events seem to suggest that her situation in chaos has grown more dire suggesting some connection with the Eidolon.



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