Paralaoma, the snail alchemist.

body was a doll given to me by an orc and his wife at a fairy festival in exchange for a keychain, head made by me with air dry clay and acrylic paint, glass doll eyes, a tiny mobile fish earring I got at a yard sale, a crystal i’ve had for years. I made her spectacles out of gold-colored wire. Shell came from a beach on prince edward island.

Paralaoma is unshakably confident in her element but jumpy when she has to order her own coffee. She is capable of unspeakable acts of magic but is always speaking them anyway. She can play the flute beautifully but gets frustrated when it fills with mucus. She could kill without hesitation.