Sylanthra moves with a liquid, predatory grace that suggests she is always mid-stalk. Her skin is the color of sun-cured leather, etched with thin white scars from brambles and claws. She has a surprising lack of blinking that many find unsettling. Contradicting her rugged gear, a pristine, bright pink silk ribbon is tied to the riser of her recurve longbow, fluttering like a captured butterfly against her earthy camouflage.