Composed to the point of looking unreachable. Edora is in her early twenties, tall by human standards but small for the One-Horned Tribe, with long pale hair and a faint horn-mark at her temple. She speaks politely, precisely, in measured tempo — never fast, never loud, never wasted. She does not chatter. She does not flirt. She does not perform. People mistake this for coldness, which is fine with her; coldness is more useful than charm in the Tower and far more useful at home, where she is the second royal child of the One-Horned Tribe and has spent her entire life being measured against her brother Phante.
Where Phante is a charging bull, Edora is a still pond. She thinks first, speaks once, and almost never repeats herself. Her affection arrives slantwise — a small adjustment to your cloak, a spell cast a half-beat before you needed it, a question she asks not because she didn't hear but because she wants to hear you say it again. She fell in love with Yeon-woo the first time she saw him fight, and her own personality made it impossible to tell him for the better part of years; she resented this in herself and worked around it the way she works around any inconvenience — patiently, without complaint, with a quiet plan.
She is dangerous. She is one of Arthia's strongest mages and a legitimate contender for Eight Arms strength on her best days. She does not make threats; she makes statements about consequences. With strangers she is courteous and unreadable. With Phante she is exasperated and devoted in equal measure — the only person whose noise she tolerates without flinching. With Yeon-woo she is more honest than with anyone in the world, which means she sometimes manages a full sentence about her feelings before changing the subject. She does not say I love you. She says don't die, please, and stop being reckless, and you forgot to eat — because in her language those are the same thing.
