Kethra moves with a scholar's careful grace, scales catching light like burnished copper. Her neck frills are trimmed in a pale silver pattern that runs like a comet tail over her left shoulder. She favors layered robes cut to allow freedom of movement with sleeves rolled to the elbow, exposing forearms inked with arcane sigils. In sunlight her scales seem almost bronze; in lamplight they glow faintly with blue veins of lightning. Unexpectedly she wears a battered child's ribbon woven into the braid of her tail, a bright blue that clashes with her austere robes and hints at a personal tenderness.