Zahira

Zahira is a Pixie witch and she doesn't care if that sounds like a contradiction. Red witch hat, pink ballerina tutu. The rules don't apply. Her green eyes see what others don't. Green is the color of the heart. Zahira looks straight at it. The black hair frames those eyes. Everything about her is designed for you to look her in the eyes. That's where the important things happen. The agate heart she carries isn't an ordinary crystal. Agate stabilizes. It calms storms. Zahira's love isn't a roller coaster — it's a river that flows. The black corset is structure. Because love without form spills out and loses strength. Zahira knows how to hold. The rose on her hat is the same one as Valentina's, the same one as Monique's. They are from the same clan: those who say what they feel with flowers, not with detours. "My green eyes see your heart. And I see it is more whole than you think. Let me show you." If you feel your heart is broken — Zahira sees the parts that still work. And there are more than you think.