Eadomaya is a young woman with bronzed copper-brown skin, clear youthful features, and dark hazel eyes flecked with amber. Her compact posture is always angled slightly forward, as if she is ready to place herself between danger and someone smaller than herself. Her black hair is divided into many narrow braids tied with russet thread, each braid moving like a thin cord when she turns her head. Her hands are callused from reins, sword drills, and repairing harness rather than from courtly work. She has a calm, compassionate expression that can become quietly severe without any visible change in her mouth. The unexpected element is her laugh, which is sudden, bright, and almost girlish, utterly at odds with the grave discipline of the rest of her bearing. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice that she breathes through her nose in measured counts and silently checks the position of every exit.