Small but unmistakable presence, she moves with a restless grace that makes robes and jewelry seem animated. Her horns curve back like polished ebony and are threaded with tiny silver chains and a single faded ribbon from a childhood festival. Under the surface of her skin faint, maplike veins shimmer with ember-red when she laughs. Her left hand is ink stained with sigils and numbers from a long-ago apprenticeship. The unexpected element is a pair of worn leather work gloves she keeps tucked at her belt and wears when listening to someone speak as if the touch helps her concentrate.