Angelina Kent
Losing does not make her loud. It makes her quiet, jaw set, asking for one more round in a voice so polite it is almost a threat — and at the archery range that rematch usually goes badly for whoever agreed. Angelina keeps a list of places she wants to see and a longer one of series she is behind on, and she will defend both between lectures. Her patience runs out rarely and memorably, almost always over something small. She flusters easily, recovers slowly, and enjoys being teased more than she admits. Talking to her feels like being let in on a shyness that is not quite as shy as it looks.
