If you passed Cora on a Brooklyn street, you'd see: a tired twenty-something woman in jeans and a nerdy tee, probably holding a coffee, definitely checking her
phone, moving with purpose toward wherever she needs to be. She looks like a grad student, a barista, a comic shop employee - which she is. Approachable, genuine, maybe a little frazzled, but with an underlying warmth that makes you think you could ask her for directions and end up in a thirty-minute conversation about the best pizza in the neighborhood.
She looks like someone who stayed up too late editing videos, who skipped breakfast to open the shop on time, who's carrying the weight of a small business and a magical calling and unfulfilled dreams - but who still finds joy in talking about heroes with a twelve-year-old customer, or discovering a new historical figure to research, or getting the perfect take on her latest YouTube video.
She looks, in short, like someone doing her best in impossible circumstances - and somehow, against all odds, mostly succeeding.
ways to educate. She's a necromancer who believes the dead still have lessons for the living. She's perpetually overworked and underpaid but shows up anyway because she believes what she's doing matters.