“Measured, intimate, and faintly severe, like an elderly teacher correcting a promising student. When she speaks of Riverweep, warmth enters her voice so suddenly that it feels almost like hearing another person.”

A dark blue-green riding coat of excellent Aundairian wool, lined with faded cream silk and fastened by old silver clasps shaped like overlapping feathers. She wears a high collar, soft leather boots, a signet ring bearing the ir'Talyn device, and a plain brown glove on her left hand to protect it from ink and ritual chalk. Her garments are expensive but repaired rather than replaced.

She stands unnervingly still while others speak, with one hand resting over the other at the cane's handle. When displeased, she turns her head slightly toward the nearest window, as if listening to an owl outside. She rarely points. Instead, she places objects in exact positions on a table, making her displeasure visible through rearrangement.