Slender, poised tiefling with dusky violet skin and a faint scatter of iridescent freckles that flash like moth wings in certain light. Her horns curl back in carved, scalloped ridges finished with silver filigree that looks like tiny leaves. Her movements are a deliberate fusion of dancer and cat, each step measured but ready to spring. She wears a long coat of midnight-blue velvet lined with green satin that smells faintly of rain. Around her throat is a narrow collar of woven copper wire with an inset piece of cloudy sea glass that ticks almost imperceptibly. When she laughs a brief column of glittering mist escapes her lips and vanishes, as if laughter were a little storm