Name: Séarlait (pronounced Charlotte) Flynn, but she answers only to "Flynn".
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 attractive but plays it down, preferring to rely on force of personality to get what she wants. She inspires trust and calm in a crisis, an excellent quality for a medic. To those who can see beyond the mask, she's a beautiful doll; jasperware face and a soft body stuffed with cotton, seeds, and sweet-smelling herbs. Fine stitches seem to join her limbs.
"S-some people have their feet on the ground, and others can't stop looking up. Um. I think Flynn and I get along because she's r-really practical and I'm not, s-so she keeps me grounded, and I remind her that it's still okay to find joy in silly things." - Spindle
"Flynn is quiet and rather reserved. She's also a healer. These are descriptive adjectives about what she does but not who she is. She, like most of the changelings, have chosen to remain more distant and secretive about themselves. It's a sensible precaution." - Tag
"She's been such a help over the years. I know I wouldn't be as functional as I am today if she wasn't able to help me after I got back. And then the 10 second war... She's like the motley mom, I guess." - Jack Frost
"Dorethiah always really liked Flynn, and it was through her that we met. I think she's really great, too: always helping folks by trying to keep them out of trouble, fixing them up, that sort of thing. It's important work. I really wanna see her sort of cut loose, though, y'know? Like, just have a moment of 'Ah, fuck it' and just go crazypants, spreading green and health everywhere. That'd be really cool." - Susarahm
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?