Quindle is a tall, poised Harengon with silky, snow-dappled fur patched by scars around her left thigh, signifying a past ordeal. Her ears are especially long, one always kept folded down, the other festooned with delicate chains of silver and amethyst bells that tinkle as she moves. She moves with balletic lightness, almost gliding—except when agitated, at which times her steps are thunderously heavy. Her eyes gleam a deep viridian, catching lamplight like polished stone, and a faint scent of fresh mint always follows her. Contradictorily, her regal gowns are often stained at the hem with meadow dirt, revealing secret sojourns in wild places.