Clockwork (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Her nose was like a small beak, not in a charming way. She never took any pictures of herself.
When someone talked to her she tipped her head to one side like the hand of a clock moving into a new position, and she listened, or at least she heard what was said and could repeat it exactly if asked to do so. Sometimes she would whistle fragments of old nursery rhymes during the conversation.
She made pocket watches of silver and bright steel with movements precise as the clockwork that was given life by her fingers. She always whistled while she worked.
A Bolg? 