Grinya moves like a reed in wind: small, deliberate, and always watching the water. Her flesh has the smooth, sun-creased look of someone who spent more time outdoors than not. She keeps a coil of frayed hemp rope across her shoulders and a carved wooden pipe tucked behind one curved horn. On the left side of her face a faded tattoo of a river bend curls from temple to jawline. An unexpected detail: when she walks on hard ground she wears a pair of patched leather mules; when she steps off a dock she removes them and her toes are almost webbed from years of cold river exposure.