Phedra

Phedra, the Whip is the wraithlike disciplinarian of the parties of the council. Care for parliamentarian procedure creases a face already disgusted by the presence of groundlings to the lofty halls of the Air plane. Her eyes are vaporous white pinpricks and her ethereal form is covered with heavy midnight robes hemmed in pink. A matching belt is cinched around her waist, and one wonders what she uses it for.