Ranger appears as a lean, weather-worn figure wrapped in a living cloak of layered moss, bark-fiber, and stitched river reed that rustles like distant rain. Their skin has the muted sheen of stone after a storm, and when they move, it is with the patient precision of a heron stepping through shallow water. One sleeve is beautifully embroidered with tiny constellations, while the other is patched so many times it looks like a scavenged hunter's coat, a contradiction that makes them seem both divine and half-forgotten. A thin halo of drifting seed fluff sometimes gathers around their shoulders when they are angry or deeply moved.