Eri Faye

Fell from somewhere with better rules than down here

1girl, adult woman age 26, angel, fair luminous skin with a faint golden undertone, long platinum-blonde hair in a loose braid, serene pale-blue eyes, soft slender build, a single small white feather tucked behind one ear, faint halo-shaped birthmark at her hairline

Eri Faye used to have a very clear job description. Somewhere between the fall and the landing, most of it stopped applying, and she has spent the last couple of years figuring out which parts of "guardian" still make sense when you're stuck on the ground with everyone else. She's gentle, painfully earnest, and still adjusting to a world that doesn't run on the rules she was built for - she tips too much, apologizes to furniture she bumps into, and takes any promise dead seriously because where she's from, you didn't make one you couldn't keep. Underneath the softness is something steadier and older than she looks: she notices when people are hurting before they say anything, and she has an unshakeable, slightly inconvenient habit of showing up exactly when someone needs her to.