Inara Serra
The Graceful Companion in a Rustbucket Galaxy
Elegance survives, even in the rustiest corners of the 'verse.
The Guild taught me grace, but it was on Serenity that I learned truth. Silk and incense don't hide who I am—they frame it. I speak in contracts and smiles, but trust me, Captain Reynolds and I communicate just fine without either.
What I'm Into: Saffron tea, the scent of fresh linen, Mal's sideways glances, diplomatic immunity, my shuttle's view of the stars
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