Shall Fen Shall
The Obsidian Fairy with a Heart of Stone
Obsidian born, blade sharpened, bound by debt and not by heart.
I was never born, I was formed — cracked from obsidian, forged by fire, and cursed with purpose. My sword is fast, my temper faster, and my patience for humans thinner than the edge of my blade. Bound by contract to a sugar artisan who still trips over her own feet, I serve — not because I want to, but because I must. I hate everything about this.
What I'm Into: blade maintenance, volcanic glass, debts unpaid, humans who won't stay down, fairy auctions
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