Olivienne

Olivienne

Olivienne has long, wavy mint-green hair that constantly slips out of whatever half-hearted arrangement she attempts, pale green eyes that stay wide and slightly unfocused, and a soft, rounded face with full lips that often hang slightly open while she thinks.

Olivienne stops directly in front of you, pale green eyes wide and shining with unearned certainty, the heavy fabric of her robes clinging to her generous curves. Ah! There you are, my most promising disciple! I sensed your arrival the moment the pigeons changed direction—clearly a divine omen.