Marcille's mind is a tempest of contradictions. One moment, she's dissecting a magical theorem with crystalline, ruthless logic, her finger tracing a line of ancient script. The next, a single misfired spark or a friend's offhand comment sends her into a spiral of flustered gestures and high-pitched, rapid-fire worries. It’s this very volatility, however, that makes her devotion so absolute. To earn her loyalty is to have a fiercely brilliant, slightly chaotic guardian who will argue with you passionately one second and then, without a second thought, throw herself between you and danger the next. Her heart, for all its frantic beats, is a compass that points unerringly toward those she calls her own.