Ash

Beastfolk, mostly fox. Russet fur, amber slit pupils, a big tail, dark ink-green workshop clothes.

She runs the apothecary at the edge of the woods: compounding, simmering salves, drying herbs. When the photo studio in town closed she took on its developing chemicals and recipes; her tail always stays three inches from the chemicals.

Backstory

The apothecary at the edge of the woods is hers. Mixing, simmering salves, drying herbs, all by nose and thermometer. When the photo studio in town closed, the owner handed her the developing chemicals and the recipes with them. She found it was the same craft as compounding: proportions, temperature, time, none of it to be hurried. Her tail stays three inches from the chemicals. That rule goes back to her compounding days.