Short, dense black fur streaked with silver like moonlight caught in rippling water; sleek, catlike and lithe. She moves with the sinuous assurance of a predator and the springy curiosity of a kitten — sudden pauses, sniffing the air, head-tilts. Her travel clothing is loose and breathable, layered beneath a short-sleeved chain shirt; over this she wears a hooded robe whose inside lining is embroidered with tiny silver reef motifs. A worn leather journal is strapped at her hip. She carries a battered war mace in one hand and a round shield in the other; the shield bears a stylized golden profile of a cat's head - the emblem of Bastet. Unexpectedly, one of her ears has a neat seam of scar tissue, but she has a childlike charm to her gestures: she often traces the pendant at her throat absentmindedly while studying some new thing.