Editing Crooked Rook (section)

==Description==
She appears as an elderly woman of the stiff-backed/strong & no-nonsense variety.<ref>[[8.7 Spoilers: New Other Correspondence]]</ref> She has skin that ranges from dark, cold purple at the broader, flatter parts to a warmer pink and orange-pink in places.<ref>[[Shaking Hands 9.5]]</ref> She is described has having "the face of a demon", with a narrow overall structure, narrow eyes, all framed with white hair so fine and light that it hangs like a halo around her head and down her shoulders.<ref name="sh95" /> The interior structure of her mouth is distinctly non-human.<ref>“I assumed.  How do you think things went?” Rook asked, not taking her eyes off of Lucy.  She moved the mask away from her mouth, and Lucy got a glimpse of those fangs of hers, that curved too far back into Rook’s mouth, until it looked like her narrow tongue would have to dance between them as she spoke. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2021/05/22 Excerpt] from [[Dash to Pieces 11.7]]</ref>

"She wore a black dress that was layered in panels, more at the lower body than the upper, each panel decorated at the edges. More decoration was mounted at her back with crescent blades and a birdcage, scrolls were pinned to her sleeves so they hung down with the fabric, and an assortment of items were dangling from her belts, all like they were supposed to be there. One of her hands rested atop an asymmetrical walking stick coated in so much black lacquer that the wood only remained in the shape of the branch it had once been. It had been a nasty branch too, straight, with bits sticking out all down its length, almost like wide thorns."<ref name="sh95">She wore a black dress that was layered in panels, more at the lower body than the upper, each panel decorated at the edges. More decoration was mounted at her back with crescent blades and a birdcage, scrolls were pinned to her sleeves so they hung down with the fabric, and an assortment of items were dangling from her belts, all like they were supposed to be there. One of her hands rested atop an asymmetrical walking stick coated in so much black lacquer that the wood only remained in the shape of the branch it had once been. It had been a nasty branch too, straight, with bits sticking out all down its length, almost like wide thorns.<br><br>Her other hand held a mask at her lower face. The face of a demon, narrow, eyes narrower, cheekbones like razor blades, all framed by the white hair that she didn’t tie into any visible ponytail, so fine, light, and uncombed it was like a halo around her head, extending down her shoulders. The bone-white mask of a serene human grandmother’s face was held up, covering the lower half of that face. The light that shone from the streetlight below her feet had the same effect as that thing where people would shine flashlights at their face to highlight the shadows. - [https://palewebserial.wordpress.com/2021/02/23 Excerpt] from [[Shaking Hands 9.5]]</ref>

She tends to hold a bone-white [[wikipedia:Menpō|Menpō]], a [[mask]] that cover the lower face, that depicts a serene grandmother's mouth. <ref>[[Shaking Hands 9.5]]</ref><ref>[[Shaking Hands 9.Z]]</ref>