The Mother

"Her hands danced within the molten sea of metal"

An elderly woman who had once been curious, open to magic, and long accustomed to wandering the world. Her name was known in many places, though it carried different memories for everyone who has heard it. Her hair was black, her skin a pale, faint brown. Her eyes were green, and no markings of body paint could be seen upon her skin. Around her arm, she wore a black metal bracelet. Her body language radiated calm, while her words revealed a mind of great intellect. To her family, she was a pillar of certainty. Her trademark became two needles, each the size of a palm.