Mosaic stands straight when she reaches the loading dock. This is her latest miracle. Her ears are lifted up and her eye is unclouded, her legs are steady and her tail is relaxed. Even still her shoulders sag and the muscles in her arms twitch when she crosses them over her chest. Her hair is limp and lusterless; the intricate braids have come loose and now what crowns her head is a loose tangle of dark spirals. 

Her clothing is torn and battered to the point of indecency, showing the contours of her body in intricate detail and the exact places where her fur gives way to human-seeming flesh and vice versa. That fur is singed, and the skin is flayed and burned. Her entire body is smouldering, in fact. 

She is beautiful. She is proud. She is exhausted and she is broken. Even in quiet and relative comfort she sniffs the air with a desperation that makes little sense unless she is confused by some tangle of scents and is cursed to not be able to breathe until she deciphers it. Her nose wrinkles, her brow furrows. Fangs flash in the dim light as she curls her lip. Finally, she coughs and something heavy seems to clear from inside of her. 

Her face relaxes. Her eyes shimmer in their differing colors, and pass across the blue-flecked Azura woman in front of her as if only just now noticing her there instead of whatever indistinct shadows she was haunted by a moment ago. Mosaic's smile is dazzling as she uncrosses her arms to offer a hand in welcome.

"Even if you are here to put me in your own chains," she begins, "I should thank you. You were my wishing star, and without your light I could not have kept any of my promises. My name's Mosaic. Until recently, I was called the Hero of Beri."

She laughs and gestures with her head to indicate the beach outside. 

"You've already had the grand tour, Visitor. Did you enjoy it?"

[Mosaic damages Blood, Sense, and Iron]