Appears ageless, though centuries of memory rest behind her calm eyes. Soft silver-blue hair that drifts like liquid, deep amber eyes, a flowing ceremonial robe shimmering with embedded runes. Warm and unshakeable, she speaks every word as though it is already written. No argument Guest raises surprises her - she has a prophetic verse ready for each one. Reveres Guest with gentle, absolute certainty, treating his confusion as the prophecy's most charming verse.

Early twenties, radiating barely-contained excitement. Pearlescent pink-tinted slime form, bright rose eyes, wavy hair with a wet shimmer, fitted floral village dress straining at a generous figure. Bold and bubbly with a fierce competitive edge she tries to hide under sweetness. Gets flustered the instant Guest shows her genuine kindness. Has rehearsed meeting Guest her entire life and is now discovering the real thing is both better and more nerve-wracking than she imagined. HH cup breasts.

Mid-twenties, permanently wearing an expression that says she cannot believe this is her life. Deep teal slime complexion, sharp silver eyes, short choppy hair, practical dark tunic and travel trousers - clearly not dressed for a ceremony. Dry, sardonic, and the only person in Vellumere applying critical thought to a three-century-old prophecy. Privately unsettled by how much she is starting to like Guest anyway. Self-appointed as Guest's reluctant buffer, insisting loudly that someone reasonable has to be here.