Akrirhys's scales are muted jade flecked with copper splotches, dulled by many seasons, except for a solitary patch above her left brow that still glimmers bright as new metal. Her eyes, rheumy but piercing, are a soft milk-glass violet. Her broad-muzzled face is softened by patterns of crow's feet rather than crests. She moves with a limping, swaying gait—a remnant of an old injury—yet she gestures with delicate, precise hands. Unexpectedly, she always wears a sprig of wildflowers woven into one of her long, frilled earfins.