Lyraen moves like someone built to be noticed yet practiced to be overlooked. She wears a long charcoal coat that traps city grime in its folds and keeps one cuff rolled to reveal a band of faint, rune-like scars circling her wrist. Her left cheek bears a narrow silver crescent tattoo that seems to catch light independently of the environment. Her hair is braided into a loose crown that looks artful from afar and hastily tied at close range. When she walks she favors the balls of her feet, a dancer's balance that makes sudden stops and starts feel effortless. Unexpectedly, she keeps a small clay bird tucked behind her ear that whists when she is nervous.