Thistalia Olyn'nei

Thistalia Olyn’nei wears seasonlight like a schedule: her eyes turn pale winter-blue when she’s counting routes, and her hair shifts to honey-amber once the job’s logged and sealed. A thin, translucent eladrin with frost-speckled knuckles, she practices kata on cobblestones outside courtrooms, whispering case numbers under her breath. She speaks politely, then makes you answer questions twice—once in plain words, once in law.