Cora

Fascinated with brews and drinks of all types, Cora has taken to supplying beverages to the clan, though there's always a chance you'll catch her on an 'experimenting' day and get something vile. she obtains most of her supply from Lazarus, though if one is looking for a light or refreshing tea they're really best off going to the source, Cora's drinks are notoriously strong and she favors bitter and combative flavors.

She hides the wickedly curved horns on her head under a prim little hat and prefers flying to walking. when forced to move around on the ground, cora affects a strangely low gait, pressing herself towards the ground almost as a snake would. she a lil wacky

her belly is full of sloshing liquid that often heralds her arrival, and the black goo smells sickly sweet on her breath. some clanmembers have theorized that she adds some of her belly goo to the tea and beverages she brews, but none are brave enough to outright say it to her face.

shes a strange one, movements smooth but appearing slow, and her every action looks very measured and thought out. She dons a frilly apron and always has teacups on hand, using her plague magic to give her a handy brewing technique that actually results in palatable and even good beverages most of the time. her wings are curiously covered with grasping hands that most of the time seem to shift through things, but if you observe cora for long enough you'll surely see her making use of them, as they are able to interact with physical things as well. it's unclear as to whether they are a figment of her own magic or something..other, but they tend to grasp longingly at anyone who comes near her.
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