Chosen as an infant by her grandmother and namesake, Roderiga was raised separately from the rest of her family (in fact, not even remembering her parent’s faces). Inés the elder began Roderiga’s tutelage almost immediately, through subtle lessons while cooking together, working in the garden, and telling stories rife with plant lore and saints. Roderiga learned to set a bone as well as divine the omens of day; to brew teas that healed, simmer stews to guide fate’s hand; and how to silence the tongues which caused pain. At only 16, some of her workings are more successful than others…

Although often the observer, Roderiga is noticed for her deep eyes and coy smile. When not helping her grandmother tend to private ails of Grey Cliff’s citizens, she’s often found entranced by a book or deep in her headphones, escaping into a myriad of alternative lives and potential futures for herself.

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