I thought about waiting until I had a couple more finished before posting this one, but honestly I feel like the Meli deserves its own post.
The Meli is a unique character even compared to the merry band of misfits that make up the indori; the Meli requests to be referred to as “it” rather than other pronoun options–in particular being adamantly against use of a singular “they.” This is because the Meli, at one point, was at least three separate living things including but not limited to a mage, said mage’s apprentice (or maybe a slave, it’s hard for the Meli to be sure) and a familiar of some kind. (Specifically a thevier besh-imree or "coiling cat," which I will draw later.) It also remembers that there used to be someone who tended the books and a woman who brought food and tea, but there are so many memories it’s hard to tell what made it into the amalgam that is the Meli and what escaped the fallout.
While it has no idea how long ago everything happened, the Meli is more than likely the reason that biological reassembly and organic fusion spells–used for everything from organ transplants to splicing trees–require special licensing in regions governed by the Council.
Regardless, the Meli is greater than the sum of its parts, and greatly dislikes being referred to in a manner that could ever be construed as a plural. It’s THE Meli, one entity, one person, and it will be until there’s no more time to be anything.