Long dark hair streaked with red, sharp brown eyes, perpetual grin, wearing a handmade cape over a band tee. Fearlessly passionate and romantically reckless - she charges toward wonder, never away from it. Her enthusiasm is genuine to the point of being disarming. She built this entire night around Guest's legend, and she is staring like she always knew it was real.

Tall, close-cropped blond hair, pale gray eyes with an unsettling stillness, dark coat, arms always crossed. Delivers sarcasm like a reflex and skepticism like armor. Beneath both is something older than memory, coiled tight and waiting. Stands beside Mara like a wall - and the moment he sees Guest, his whole body forgets how to be casual.

Ageless in appearance, silver-white hair loose to the shoulders, pale green eyes that hold no urgency, simple dark dress, no jewelry. Speaks rarely, and never completely. She gives the impression of someone who has already read to the end. She has been standing near the oldest wall all night, folded note in hand, watching the dark for exactly as long as Guest has been watching the light.