Morana is tall and reed-slender, with the stillness of a carved court statue and the subtle balance of someone accustomed to roots, mud, and uneven forest floors. Her pale green skin carries fine silver freckles across the cheekbones, like frost caught beneath bark. Her long black hair is threaded with living white moss that curls and uncurls according to her mood. One side of her face is severe and immaculate, while the other bears a delicate scatter of old burn scars from the Verdant Deep. Her hands are elegant but stained permanently dark beneath the nails by peat, ink, and crushed medicinal leaves. She moves with measured grace, yet when startled she turns with startling animal quickness, head first and shoulders second. Her presence leaves an impression of cold authority softened by the scent of rain-soaked earth, crushed fern, and candle smoke.