Broad-shouldered and barrel-chested with the dense, coiled musculature of a lifetime of digging and hauling. Lucky's beard is a braided, tangled thing threaded with green leaves, seed pods and tiny living sprouts that occasionally bloom with small flowers. His skin is weathered and freckled, like bark in places, and he wears a battered coyotie skull sculpted and blackened atop his left shoulder like a living pauldron. He moves with surprising lightness for his size: a clip of quick, careful steps when tending beds; an abrupt, animalible lunge the moment anger sparks. Contradiction follows him: his hands are perpetually stained with soil yet adorned with delicate floral tattoos that seem to open when watered.