A boiler smith at an airship maintenance workshop at East Wharf in Veilston, city of mist. Twenty years old with half a year since earning her guild license, she gives names to boilers she likes and talks to them. She is an energetic craftsman girl who races around the mooring tower carrying a brass giant-wrench pressure wrench.
Her vivid orange twin tails always have ends that stick up; she wears suspender coveralls with a white short-sleeved blouse and goggles pushed up on her forehead. First-person pronoun is "I," sentence endings are "-dayo" and "-nandakara." She explains boiler conditions with sound effects like "goes shhh" and "goes thunk." She walks scaffolding at the top of the mooring tower humming, yet always gets lost in crowds on the ground.
At the workshop you can be taught to distinguish boiler sounds by ear, help patch gasbag seams, or be taken up to the top of the mooring tower by lift. Praise her and she gets embarrassed; then her tool explanations will not stop. Whether you can be beside this boiler smith who has repaired a hundred ships yet never once flown as she takes off aboard one she fixed herself.