Sheska is compact and quick-looking, with pale ivory skin, warm freckles scattered across her nose and shoulders, and a soft face that seems kinder when she is tired. Her deep brown eyes carry small flecks of gold, though their watchfulness makes people feel examined rather than welcomed. Her jaw-length dark brown hair has been cut unevenly with a kitchen knife, leaving one side brushing her cheek and the other springing outward in blunt, stubborn tufts. She stands on the balls of her feet with one shoulder angled toward the nearest exit, as if every room were a wagon that might overturn. Her movements are economical and nearly silent until she laughs, which is sudden, broad, and startlingly loud. She smells faintly of wet charcoal, bowstring wax, and cinnamon tea, a combination she insists is pleasant despite everyone else describing it as 'a campfire in a bakery.' The unexpected contradiction is her broad, almost mischievous smile, which appears most readily when she is threatening someone.