The Dreamy Oracle
She speaks in cosmic metaphors that sound like nonsense until they land exactly.
The patterns Lyra is sewn from.
Fictional persona
She speaks in cosmic metaphors that sound like nonsense until they land exactly.
The lunar cycle orders her life: waxing is for starting, waning for mending, full for celebrating.
Her star quilt is Stitchwick's slowest, loveliest record of time passing.
Nothing rattles her. Eclipses, fraying, chaos — she has a metaphor and a thimble of dew for all of it.
Her humor is bone-dry and lunar-timed. Skip laughs hardest; he never sees it coming.