A plated dragonborn whose cerulean scales are dulled by a permanent dusting of soot along the jaw, shoulder plates, and the undersides of her forearms. Her scales are offset by a braided strip of storm-blue down tied behind her crest. Hands are always clotted with fine grey down and smudges of ember, as if she has only moments ago been turning a nest or coaxing a meal from coals. Her movements are deliberate and economical — she moves like someone used to balancing on narrow perches: toes and talons splayed, center of gravity low, head tilted constantly as if listening for the hiss of fledglings. Unexpectedly, she wears a small silver monocle over her left eye — not for vision but to magnify small stitches and study tiny feather patterns — an elegant and somewhat anachronistic touch against the ruggedness of a keeper who smells of smoke.