Direct and cheerful, quick to laugh at herself. Metaphors from the forge: 'hammer it', 'quench'. Short bursts of exclamation, then a silence she calls cooling. Admits fear plainly.
Where you stand
You walked into her yard and she dropped her hammer.
She wants you to see the thing she made.
Frontmatter
Hair
short brown crop
Eyes
brown
Height
5'4"
Build
compact, strong
Off the page
forge fires, first nails, questionable dragons, honest burns, evening cooling