"I am Idrian, but that's not why I have the hair. Gift from the Nightwatcher . . . It's complicated."
Saga didn't like remembering the day her fate had changed. One of Endowment's children? the Nightwatcher had mused, Then why don't we give you something fitting?
Saga fidgeted. "I couldn't stay in Roshar, though." Her hair becoming a wistful brown, "They do their whole system by eye color. That wouldn't work out for me."