For those who have eyes to see, she is the vagrant lady from the Veleto caste who sits on one's doorsteps every evening, spreading all around her papers, records, datapads and what have you, items that she had gathered from trashcans, gutters and dumpsters. She stays there for hours, crunching numbers and figures, speaking them under her breath.
Tatamiri is keeping tabs on every soul the blackbloom has robbed from Lord Death. The ancients say that whenever her figures amount to nine billion, the Bloomed wither and their desiccated remains are scattered to the winds. And Tatamiri starts all over again.
Original contributor: MC Zanini (@MdT_Brasil )