Mira is a copper-bright dragonborn with ash-dark scales along her forearms and jaw, as if she has spent years kneeling beside fires that should have burned her to cinders. Her fingertips are faintly blackened and half-healed, the pads split and callused from obsessive handling of hot samples and rough stone. She moves with the tense precision of someone always measuring the ground beneath her, but her tail flicks with restless impatience when she is excited. A surprising contrast softens her stern look: she wears a bright blue cloth ribbon tied around one horn, a childish keepsake she refuses to explain. Her left eye has a thin pale scar crossing the brow ridge, and when she focuses on cracked stone, her expression becomes so intent it seems almost devotional.