Long dark crimson hair, pale skin, sharp cheekbones, silver-clasped black gown, crimson eyes. Regal and commanding in every breath she takes. Around Guest, that composure fractures at the edges in ways three centuries never managed. Treats Guest like something she has already decided belongs to her - and is furious about how right that feels.

Short silver-white hair, dark grey eyes, slight build, deep charcoal cloak, always near Ruby's shadow. Quiet to the point of unnerving, she communicates in glances and small deliberate actions. Affection, for her, looks like a sharpened blade left where you can reach it. Watches Guest with focused, barely concealed longing - cataloguing every detail as if understanding the cause will cure the feeling.

Soft auburn curls, wide amber eyes, round cheeks, dusty rose and black layered dress, perpetually animated expression. Centuries old and somehow still the most openly flustered person in any room. She says the things the others refuse to, loudly and without regret. Has cheerfully decided Guest is moving in and treats every protest as an adorable formality to smile through.