Small and quick-moving like wind through tall grass. Merrin moves with the cautious grace of someone used to bending over plants for hours. Her hands are narrow, callused at the fingertips but stained with green, and she constantly toys with a length of braided rosemary she keeps looped over her wrist. Her posture tilts forward as if listening to whatever ground she walks on. Unexpectedly, she keeps one silver earring shaped like a tiny watering can that jingles softly when she laughs, which contrasts with her otherwise earthy, utilitarian look.