Kethra is a tall half-elf woman with sunny bronze skin scattered with dense freckles across her nose, shoulders, and knuckles. Her long red curls are thick, wind-tangled, and threaded with tiny white dragon vertebrae that click softly when she turns her head. Her turquoise eyes are unusually pale at the center, like seawater over sand, and her left eyebrow bears a narrow scar shaped like a hooked claw. She moves with the careful balance of someone forever walking on a slanted deck, placing each foot deliberately before suddenly exploding into violent speed. Her smile is warm and almost disarming, but her hands are callused, scarred, and permanently stained with blue-black scale dust. The contradictory impression she leaves is that of a cheerful summer traveler who looks most comfortable beside a burning carcass.