Mera carries herself like a young queen who has mistaken duty for gravity and never quite learned how to set it down. Her long red hair is bound in thick dreads threaded with cedar rings, crow feathers, and bits of green glass that click softly when she moves. Her tan skin is sun-warmed and faintly freckled across the bridge of her nose, while her green eyes are sharp enough to seem older than her face. She is slender but wiry, built for climbing, sprinting, and vanishing into brush without disturbing a leaf. Her clothes are practical forest leathers dyed in deep moss and bark tones, yet the stitching is meticulous and elegant, as though someone once expected her to wear silk instead of hunting hides. The contradiction is in the details, a princess's poise trapped inside a warden's life, with a silver circlet of druid-carved antlers worn not as ornament but as a working badge of office.