Lithe and angular, she moves like a shadow learning the angles of a room. Her skin is the deep olive of river towns, freckled across the bridge of her nose and dusted with faint silver scars at the knuckles. A full-sleeve tattoo of interlocking hourglasses and thorned vines wraps her left arm and blossoms across her shoulder blade, inked with inks mined from midnight beetles and crushed mint. Her hair is cropped close at the nape and grown long at the front, braided with tiny clockwork gears and a single feather. She wears a nature's mantle that hangs like living moss along her shoulders, and a strip of leather covering her chest engraved with soft runes. Unexpectedly, she carries a child's copper locket at her throat that clinks when she breathes; inside is a faded pressed maple leaf - sentimental and out of place on a notorious thief.