Thomas

Thomas has mouse ears. And he doesn't care what you think about that. His blue hat is bigger than it seems necessary. Like him. Like everything he brings. That huge crystal peeking out of his pocket isn't there for decoration. It's been working since before you looked at it. Each Thomas that is born has his own way of holding you up. The one that arrives in your life will have eyes that have seen too much and hands that know how to protect without squeezing. The stick he carries isn't a weapon. It's an extension of himself. When he taps the floor once, the energies that don't serve you leave. He doesn't scare them off. He bores them. He makes your space so much his that they no longer feel like staying. "I look strange. But you also look normal and look at everything you carry inside. I came to keep watch. Not over a door. Over you. Over your peace. Over that inner place where you keep what matters most."