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Eyrún is just another woman, or so she thought. After she woke in the forest with no memories of her past, not even of her own name, she’s struggled to fit into the human city of Tamaris.

She’s not human, although she can pass for one most days. In a time of rising tensions between the races, the great dragon gone, giants invading coastal cities, she’s finding herself feeling more and more like the outsider she is.

All she wants is to fit in, to have a place she can call home. She’s been saving up her coin, piece by piece, with the hope of taking the train as far away from the human territories as possible in hopes of finding her own people.

As a fae, her life is fleeting and eternal. She has no beginning, and when she dies, she will simply move on to the next world. Yet… something is different about her.

She found Eyrún laying in the forest, alone and naked, only an amulet worn around her neck. As with all pixies, finders keepers. This human is now hers and she will protect her humans if it means smiting every last sentient.

Unless there’s biscuits. She’ll never pass up a sweet, delicious biscuit.

A former Therian soldier turned barkeep. Unlike Eyrún, she can unfortunately remember her past. No amount of whiskey will ever wash those memories away.

Having arrived in Tamaris cycles before Eyrún and Sionnach, she has built a quiet life for herself. Well… mostly quiet. There are still some secrets she can’t bring herself to share with her new lover.