Katta
Unique divine guardian
Katta
Species
Human
Appearance
Grandmother Crow is a five-foot-tall human woman with a stern, heavily wrinkled face and the compact, weathered presence of someone who has spent a lifetime outdoors. Her gray hair is drawn into a severe bun, but wisps of it constantly lift as if stirred by a private wind. She wears a black cape sewn from glossy crow feathers, each feather carefully layered and polished until the garment shines blue-green in the light. The cape is visibly worn at the left shoulder, where years of clutching it closed have flattened and dulled the feathers. She walks with a willow stick polished smooth by her palm, favoring her left side with a slow, deliberate gait. Her hands look fragile, yet her grip can close around a steel wrist hard enough to stop a sword arm. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is quick, warm, and almost girlish when she sees a hungry child or an animal that has been overlooked.
“Low, dry, and intimate, with the cadence of someone reciting names at a graveside. She speaks plainly until discussing the divine, when her words become strangely precise and old-fashioned.”
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Distinguishing Features
A black feather is always tucked into the knot of her gray bun, and it changes position whenever someone nearby speaks a deliberate lie.
Her left shoulder cape feathers are flattened and gray-tipped from decades of clutching the garment shut.
The bells on her willow stick chime in different rhythms depending on whether she is pleased, suspicious, or mourning.
Crows often gather on rooftops within sight of her, even in places where no crows naturally live.
Voice
“A gravelly contralto with a faint rasp like feathers dragged across paper. In moments of divine power, several distant crow voices repeat the last word of each sentence.”
Clothing
A glossy black crow-feather cape over a charcoal wool dress, a high-collared linen blouse, thick stockings, mud-dark boots, and a belt hung with small keys, bone tokens, and sealed scraps of paper. Her willow walking stick is capped with an iron ring containing three tiny bells that never ring at the same time.
Body Language
She leans lightly on the willow stick but rarely needs it. Her head tilts in small, birdlike increments when listening. She smooths the worn left shoulder of her cape whenever someone lies. In danger, she stops moving entirely for one breath, then acts with startling speed.
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