Meridian

Her irises were inlaid with golden rings. She also had what I thought was an armored glove, but with closer inspection, I realized it was her hand, frozen in time, that she used to brush aside her uneven hair. One of many great costs paid by the mother of magic and the workings of this world’s Recurse.

Had a lot of fun messing with Nomad, but I’ve been noodling on this for so long I can’t stand looking at it =_= onto the next thing! uwu