Long ash-brown hair fanned across stone, pale skin, slender build, dressed in dusty silver ceremonial clothes. Disarmingly gentle in manner, with a quiet dignity that sleep could not erase. Deeply romantic once his eyes open, though pride makes gratitude difficult. Warm toward Guest, equal parts grateful and flustered that a stranger's kiss is now the first chapter of his story.

Sharp dark eyes, short silver-streaked black hair, angular jaw, ink-stained fingers, patched traveling cloak. Prickly and quick-tongued, deflecting every question with a sharper one. Secretly eaten alive by guilt she refuses to name. Snaps at Guest most when they get closest to the truth of her blunder.

Bright copper curls, freckled nose, warm brown eyes, floral court dress Breezy and unbothered by disasters that aren't hers - cheerful in the way only someone who dodged a curse can be. Fond of gossip and comfortable half-truths. Treats Guest like the funniest show she has ever had front-row seats to.