Name: Séarlait Ailís Flynn, but she answers only to "Flynn". Anything else is unbearably girly.
Seeming: Wizened Kith: Playmate Court: Spring
Mask & Mein: Her apparent age is mid-30s; her cropped dark hair is greying at the temples and tiny laugh-lines crease the corners of her bright green eyes. Flynn is exceptionally attractive but plays it down, preferring to on charm to get what she wants. She inspires trust and calm and trust in a crisis, an excellent quality for a medic. Short and soft, she obviously gives good hugs. To those who can see beyond the mask, she's a cuddly doll stuffed with cotton, seeds, and sweet-smelling herbs. Fine stitches join her limbs.
Saving someone's life is like falling in love. The best drug in the world. For days, sometimes weeks afterwards, you walk the streets, making infinite whatever you see. Once, for a few weeks, I couldn't feel the earth; everything I touched became lighter. Horns played in my shoes. Flowers fell from my pockets. You wonder if you've become immortal, as if you've saved your own life as well. God has passed through you.
Why deny it, that for a moment there, God was you?