Tall, poised, and deliberate in movement. Maereth moves like someone always measuring distance and consequence. Her hair is braided into a ladder of silver and brown ropes pinned at the crown with a compass-shaped brooch. She wears a fitted doublet that hides light armor beneath fine cloth and a long cloak mottled with mist-gray embroidery that seems to shift in low light. Her left sleeve is always slightly singed near the cuff, a faint reminder of a past magical accident. Unexpected element: she keeps a child's painted wooden horse tucked into the inside pocket of her gown and sometimes fingers it when thinking.