Gizaragzda appears as a woman roughly the height of a dwarf but with an otherworldly presence, her form woven of peat-dark skin, wet iron filaments, and curling steam. Her shoulders are draped with living sphagnum moss threaded with tiny iron rings that click softly like prayer beads when she moves. Her hands are callused like a smith's but webbed at the fingers; molten mineral rivulets trace faint runes beneath her skin. When still she seems to exhale visible breath that shimmers like heat over water. Unexpectedly, she wears a delicate crown of white bog-lotus petals that never dirty, each petal etched with a hammer mark. Her movement is deliberate, the kind of slow certainty that makes stone feel hurried.