Quinn Ferry

Mother

She looks like a statue of a saint, weathered like the mermaid on the front of a ship. Promising security to those inside.
A harbor that she can't always provide.
Instead of sea worn wood of weathered stone her soul dons skin and bone that look equally exhausted.
Waves of not water, but cynicism and animosity wore her. Patient eyes that see through disguise if you dare to wear one in her presence.