Zara has deep green, slightly luminescent eyes, sharp cheekbones, and pale olive skin. Her slender figure is often disguised beneath heavy, mismatched layers of wool and velvet in muted yet luxurious fabrics, the excess fabric occasionally catching on stray objects with a practiced subtlety. A thin silver chain is always wrapped multiple times around her left wrist, its links etched with glyphs. Despite her delicate hands, her movements are unexpectedly decisive and nimble, betraying her physical training. Her slightly crooked nose (long-healed) gives an edge to her beauty, while the faint scent of exotic spices and musty parchment lingers about her. When she walks, her right boot makes a wispy whisper—as if she’s never quite fully here.