She sees the world in Technicolour, no judgement or bias clouding her sight.
Her weapon is the Key of Knowledge, which unlocks the secrets of the ages.
Clothed in language, she is armoured by the almighty word - not of God, but of all who speak, think, and write.
On her feet lie magical shoes, kin to the silver slippers of Dorothy. Two spins on her toes and she is transported home.
Her home that she also draws her name from...
She is the Librarian.