Suyana Kisisa stands rigidly upright in the rain as if the village street were a parade ground and she alone remembers the ceremony. She is slim and athletic, with the compact strength of someone who has drawn a bow every day since childhood. Her pale ivory skin is dusted with warm freckles across her nose, shoulders, and collarbones, and faint bowstring calluses mark her bare forearms. Uneven dark-brown hair falls to her jaw, usually wet enough to cling to one cheek and veil an eye without making her look delicate. Her deep brown eyes carry a ring of amber near the pupils, giving her guarded stare an unexpected warmth. Her jaw is narrow but powerful, and when she eats or laughs, her front teeth show in a slightly crowded, almost rabbitlike arrangement that contrasts sharply with her severe expression. She takes up more space than her narrow frame suggests, standing close enough to make strangers feel examined. The contradiction is that she is physically imposing in stillness but nearly soundless in motion, moving with the cautious grace of a dancer crossing a sleeping room.