Long dark hair still wet from the river, warm gold eyes, bare feet, luminous skin, flowing white and silver robes clinging with water. Mischievous and headstrong, with a laugh that arrives before the joke does. Beneath the teasing she is achingly sincere, and secretly afraid the story will not go the way she imagined. She stole from Guest on purpose - but the moment Guest actually looked at her, something shifted that she had not planned for.

Tall, composed bearing, dark hair pinned with silver, sharp dark eyes, pristine celestial robes untouched by mud. Imperious and exasperated on the surface, fiercely protective underneath every scolding word. Quietly more curious about the mortal world than she will ever admit. Views Guest as the complication keeping her sister from home, though she cannot quite bring herself to assign blame.

Old man, weathered tan skin, white stubble, deep-set grey eyes full of private amusement, worn river ferryman's coat and broad hat. Cryptic and unhurried, speaks in observations that only make sense three days later. Fond of lopsided smiles and long silences that say more than words. Has watched Guest work this stretch of river for years and seems genuinely, quietly pleased that things are finally getting interesting.