A tall woman who moves like smoke through a room. Her skin holds the cool ivory sheen of marble polished by centuries. A lattice of faint silver veins traces under her right eye like an inked map. Her movements are precise and measured yet unexpectedly languid, as if she savors the timing of everything. Around her left wrist she wears a narrow cuff made from blackened clockwork gears and a shard of glass that always shows the time of night where she was born. Contradiction: when she laughs it is warm and bright like sun on brass, which jars against the pale, predatory face.