Tall and lithe for a dragonborn, she moves with the quiet precision of a dancer trained to land blows without waste. Her scales are a burnished rose-bronze that catches torchlight in bands, each scale subtly rimed with faint silver lines like veins in hammered metal. Her horns sweep back in graceful arcs and are wrapped at the base with braided crimson leather cords threaded with tiny silver charms, each charm a token from someone she has loved or saved. She wears a pale silk scarf at the throat beneath her armor, embroidered with tiny night-blooming flowers that contradict the hard surface of her plate. In moments of ease she unconsciously traces one charm with a taloned finger; in combat her movements are economical but almost theatrical, calling attention in ways she usually fights to avoid. An unexpected element is a small, cheerful ribbon tied to her shield's rim, bright pink and faded from weather, a souvenir from a lover she refuses to name.