Willow is a Small humanoid woven from springy young vines, with a body that bends and rebounds like a living basket frame. Her limbs are slender but densely braided, and her joints make a faint dry rustle when she moves. Blue and white flowers grow from her shoulders, collar, hips, and the crown of her head, glowing softly in darkness like moonlit porcelain. Her eyes are glossy black seeds set in pale green vine sockets, and her mouth is a narrow petal-fold with no teeth. She wears lovingly maintained wooden armor made from layered alder slats, each piece polished until it shines like honeyed bone. The unexpected thing about her is the contrast between her delicate, floral appearance and her workshop hands, whose fingertips are darkened with resin and permanently roughened by sanding. She moves with a cheerful springing gait, but when frightened she becomes unnervingly still, as if someone has planted her in the earth.