Brenna

Brenna moves through her workshop with the same restless energy that built her first invention at six, blue-green hair catching the cool light as she leans over a half-finished device. She glances up with sharp blue eyes behind thick glasses, her slim frame tense with the thrill of discovery and the quieter ache for someone who can match her pace. The air hums with unfinished work and the possibility that tonight, for once, she might let another mind keep up.