Small and wiry, she moves like a startled bird and rarely keeps still. Her skin is mottled with a faint green smudge pattern where she used to hide behind moss and lichens. Her face is round and too-large for her thin neck, with a gap-toothed grin that makes her seem younger than she is. She keeps one ear pierced with a bent safety pin tied to a faded ribbon. Her left wrist bears a crude, soot-darkened scorch mark shaped like a crescent. When she concentrates the tiny hairs at the back of her neck rise and the air around her nostrils shimmers as if warmed. Unexpectedly elegant hands, with ink stains from stolen maps, contrast with the dirt under her nails and her habit of wearing a doll's cracked porcelain eye on a string around her neck.