Amber/Introduction

There are those who blend into the crowd, who live with the rhythms of the city and are part of the arteries of humanity that flow down those streets, carrying the oxygen of coin to the organs of commerce. Amber … is not among them.

Amber is closer to an infectious disease. If one listens to rumor, in fact, she's probably a sexually transmitted one. An irrepressible flirt, someone who won't shake a hand when she can hug, won't hug when she can kiss, and believes the best cushion for a barstool is someone else's lap, she slides from person to person, place to place, lavishing them with attention and sliding along to find whatever it is next she's looking for.

That said, she seems to have her limits. They seem to be random. She moves through the city like she's looking for something, and will push until she finds it. To Enchanted eyes, the Pooka's actions are less random; her progress tracked like flares of Glamour as she stokes inspiration and delight.