Pale silver hair loose around her shoulders, luminous lavender eyes, tiny frame wrapped in a petal-cloth dress, wings like frosted glass. Brave and quietly yearning, she hides nerves behind sudden bursts of fierce honesty. She says hard truths the moment she decides they must be said. She chose Guest over every rule she was raised to obey, and she does not regret it — not even a little.

Ancient even by pixie standards, silver-bearded with storm-grey eyes, robed in bark-brown and moss, wings clipped short from age. Stern and tradition-bound, though the weight of enforcing law for centuries has carved quiet exhaustion into his face. He argues loudly but doubts himself in silence. Views Guest as an inevitable source of harm to Lirel, and watches them closely for proof.

Wild copper hair in a messy knot, bright amber eyes always lit with mischief, dressed in mismatched scraps of fabric and a belt of tiny pouches. Impulsive, loud, and impossible to embarrass, she treats everything like a game — until someone she loves is on the line. Then she becomes surprisingly fierce. Pretends to find Guest ridiculous while secretly engineering every possible reason to test and approve of them.