She moves like a dancer wearing armor. Her hair is pale gold and arranged in a loose, almost rebellious braid that slips out in sunlit curls. Her skin is luminous with the faint freckling of long days outdoors. She favors a half-cape pinned at one shoulder that blooms and flutters when she turns. The left gauntlet is polished to mirror shine while the right shows small dents and a darkened burn scar near the wrist. Up close her smile is warm but there is a precise tilt to her jaw that gives the impression she is always measuring what comes next. Unexpectedly she keeps a child's carved wooden bird tucked under her breastplate, visible only when she takes it out to rub the smooth beak before sleep.