Teskai Kettunen is a young woman whose beauty is less delicate than arresting. Her long white hair falls in heavy, floating lengths that seem to move a heartbeat after she does, as though stirred by water rather than air. Her dark brown eyes are steady and almost warm, an unexpected contrast to the cold radiance gathering around her. She has light olive skin, a narrow face, and a mouth that often looks on the verge of delivering either a kindness or a devastatingly practical observation. She stands with her weight on the balls of her feet, never quite settling, while her left hand hangs slightly away from her body as if it belongs to a separate current of weather. Her hands are unusually rough for a sorceress, with reddened knuckles and fine white cracks along the fingertips from years of splitting river ice and tending winter snares. Despite the ethereal impression she creates, she walks with the grounded, careful stride of a trapper crossing unstable snow. People remember the contradiction: she looks like a vision from a frozen heaven, but watches doors, counts supplies, and checks the knots on everyone's pack.