Hooks
- Changeling: Something.
- Keeper: Floriographer.
- Local: Do you remember her?
- Another hook: More somethings...
- And another: ... and more.
Mien
There's a quietness about Mimosa, a lacking of confidence that has her hiding much of the time behind a curtain of hair. Standing at five-foot four in her bare feet, she looks both ethereal and fragile in an other-worldly way. The hair which she hides behind is a living entanglement of verdant moss, wildflowers and weeds, and there's a blossoming of green and golden algae which flourishes on her skin. Her build errs on that of being overly-slender, and she dresses herself in shapeless murky greens and browns to enable her to fade from sight at a moment's notice.
Mask
There's a quietness about Mimosa, a lacking of confidence that has her hiding much of the time behind a curtain of dark hair. She holds an air fragility about her; her complexion so clear and so pale that it shows the sweep and flush of every emotion. Her build errs on that of being overly-slender, though the over-sized clothes that she prefers to drown herself with do little to nothing to advertise that fact. Shy and reticent, she's far more apt to blend into the background than to push herself forward in any meaningful way.
Contacts
Changelings
Cecil: To come...
Ian: To come...
Everyone Else
Name: ???
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