Roseline moves with feline grace, each step uncannily silent for someone her size. Her scales are rose-quartz pink with faint internal flecks that catch candlelight like tiny stars. Around her eyes the scales are paler and almost translucent, as if light sits there a moment longer. Her horns sweep back in polished alabaster curls, one of which is wrapped in braided silver thread studded with tiny moonstones. She favors loose, layered garments that reveal scale at throat and wrists, and her left forearm bears a tattoo in swirling fae script that occasionally shimmers when she speaks of certain lovers. Contradiction: her hands are callused and stained from alchemical work yet her nails are always kept long and lacquered the color of dried wine.