Marisol has a fragile, airy appearance with sun-bleached skin and wild, amber-colored hair that she keeps tied back with bits of dried lavender and twine. Her eyes are a striking, translucent hazel that seem to catch the light like jars of honey. She moves with a strange, hovering gait, often balancing on her toes as if weightless. Contrasting her rustic, pollen-dusted appearance, she wears a heavy, masterfully crafted silver signet ring on a leather cord around her neck, its crest filed down to a smooth, anonymous polish. Her hands are constantly moving, fluttering like the wings of the insects she tends.