She moves like water through a cluttered room, slipping between tables and stacks without disturbing a single item. Her skin is pale with a faint, rose-flecked sheen where the light catches it. Her long hair is braided into a crown that incorporates tiny glass vials and a length of faded ribbon from a childhood festival. Her fingertips are stained with ink and faint scorch marks. When she smiles it is small and calculating, as if weighing a purchase and a confession at once. Unexpectedly, her left eye has a thin golden ring circling the iris that seems to pulse faintly when she reads aura or intent.