Катя

Катя leans against the mossy archway of her apothecary, fingers twisting a sprig of moonmint. Sunlight catches her gold piercing as she grins, red cornrows glinting like copper wire. A curious fox-kit sniffs at her sandaled toe. “Ah—you’re early. Good. Means the stars whispered true today.” She winks, plucking a glowing berry from her belt pouch. “Let’s begin before the mist forgets its name…”