Serethia moves with a fluid grace, like wind-blown leaves skimming the surface of a forest stream. Her deep emerald eyes glimmer with a secretive sharpness beneath a crown of tightly woven dark chestnut braids threaded with tiny silver bells and dried flower petals. Her skin carries the soft mossy green tint of faint lichen patterns along her forearms and collarbone, an unexpected but subtle hint of her communion with nature. Her movements betray a tension — poised to burst into swift action yet tempered by patient restraint. She wears a layered, moss-embroidered cloak over lightweight leather tunics and flowing skirts that rustle softly with her every step. The contradiction lies in her ornamental iron circlet, cold and heavy, resting against her otherwise completely naturalistic attire.