Short and solidly built with the squat steadiness of a dwarf who has spent decades kneeling at soil and hearth. Her skin is creased with laugh lines and sun patches from long days outdoors. Braids of iron-brown hair are threaded with strips of dull copper and a single faded blue ribbon tied at the back - a keepsake from Bori. Her hands are broad, callused, and stained with the earthy green of fieldwork; fingernails uneven from planting seasons. She favors a practical apron layered over patched wool, but wears a ceremonial stone bead necklace beneath her collar that she touches unconsciously when anxious. Unexpectedly, she keeps one manicured fingernail painted a stubborn vermilion, a small rebellion against practicality.