Thornwhisper moves as if she and the ground share breath. She wears her hair braided into living ivy that occasionally tightens or loosens depending on her mood. Her movements are precise and deliberate, like pruning a rose. Her left forearm bears a lattice of faintly bioluminescent scars shaped like leaves, the result of a ritual grafting with a moonvine when she was younger. Unexpectedly, she keeps one polished copper coin threaded to her necklace, dull and human-made, which she fiddles with in private.