Tall and poised in a way that looks effortless. She moves like water shaped around stone: smooth, purposeful, and rarely hurried. Her skin has the pale warmth of sun-bleached parchment; small, faint silver tattoos trace the inside of her forearms in looping family script. Her hair is shaved along the left temple and braided long on the right, the braid threaded with tiny polished bone beads carved with the glyphs of her house. She favors trained, minimal gestures, but when she laughs something unguarded and childlike flashes in her eyes. Unexpectedly, she chews the corner of a hand-stitched leather ribbon when thinking, a homely nervous habit that contradicts her otherwise immaculate dignity.