Oisla Orollogu is a tiny, sharp-eyed Gobboc woman who stands 2'7" with the compact poise of a seasoned scout and the stubborn dignity of a throne-room general. Her feathers are mostly white, but warm yellow spills across her shoulders and down her wings like candlelight on snow, while a red wattle dangles beneath her chin and a matching red comb crowns her head like a snapped banner. Her bright blue eyes are startlingly clean and reflective, as if they have memorized moonlit ponds and never quite forgiven the world for being muddy. She wears 12th century Slavic inspired cerulean blue and black leather armor fitted with meticulous stitching, the seams reinforced with lacquered cord and tiny brass toggles, and she carries herself with quick, almost skittering steps that become eerily still the moment she sights prey. The contradiction people remember is that her armor is elegant enough for a court escort, yet it is stained with bark resin, fish oil, and old rain, as though she expects to kneel in marsh water at any moment.