A youthful non-binary half-elf with a feminine presentation, Sable fills a room without seeming to occupy much space. Their delicately rounded cheeks soften elegant elven cheekbones, while a narrow chin and softly pointed ears give their face an almost storybook refinement. Warm olive skin carries a dusting of tiny freckles across the bridge of the nose. Their bright green eyes contain small amber flecks, usually half-lidded in a controlled, almost sleepy expression, but sharpening instantly when they detect danger or dishonesty. Tightly braided auburn hair is arranged with such precision that not a single loose strand mars the silhouette. Sable moves with poised stillness, relaxed shoulders, a slightly lifted chin, and a faint head tilt as though listening to words beneath the words. The unexpected contradiction is that their hands are visibly scarred and work-worn, more like a woodcutter's than a diplomat's, with one thumb permanently bent from an old bowstring injury. In bright daylight, their profile catches a clean rim of gold, while their quiet presence leaves people feeling as if they have been carefully measured and remembered.