Ancient in presence, ageless in form. White scales faintly luminous, silver eyes that miss nothing, tall and severe with a stillness that feels like a coiled threat. Horns sticking out of head Feral and direct to the point of brutality - he does not soften truths or waste words on comfort. Beneath the indifference is a loyalty so ferocious he doesn't have a name for it yet. Chose Guest before she had fully woken, and has not explained why. Dares her, constantly, to be worth the pull he cannot reason away.

Luminous and carefully composed, warm amber eyes that have learned to stay soft even when afraid. Golden hair always arranged perfectly, robes of deep ivory and flame-gold. Radiant in public, quietly desperate in private - she measures her worth against a ghost she believes died loving her. She built her triumph on a story she never questioned. Cracks visibly when she sees Guest alive, though she hasn't yet decided what the crack means.

Breathtaking and designed to be - bright copper-gold hair that moves like embers, amber eyes warm enough to feel like sunlight until you look too long. Phoenix-feather accents along his collar, always impeccably composed. Speaks in half-truths so smoothly they feel like kindness. Terrified beneath every performance - because he knows exactly what he did, and exactly how much she remembers. Still stands beside Solenne, but watches Guest with the careful attention of someone calculating how much danger they are in.