abstract
| - A bit of earnest chaos is this little gnome. Seldom seen without the protective shadow of a fierce cobalt voidwalker she is a bustling contradiction. Rustled and tousled, her wild pigtails tumbling back and forth, she is a working class girl. The robes of her calling are her garb, nemesis stitching betraying too many hours striving against the black dragon flight, the shadow of felheart horns a remembrance of her work for the Hydraxian Lords. A patchwork gnome, her garb carries the markings of her travels. Sand from Silithus, the splatter of dragons blood from deep in the Dustwallow swamps, a streak of carbon and ash upon her button nose where she rubbed it while looking down into the broken crater that surrounds a portal dark. And yet, she is rarely without a soft smile or company. Company in the form of a great blue voidwalker, and while she may be a bit of a ragamuffin, his bracers are always polished bright. When she has a chance to rest, to think, to scribble a mote of poetry in a rough and blocky script upon a well folded scrap of parchment, it is from beneath her favorite hat she endeavors. Tall and pointy, its wide and floppy brim shading her soft eyes from strangers ... and friends. And most importantly, in its wide band a flower has been placed, innocent white and saffron, a contrast against the a conflict torn world. A gentle peacebloom.
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