Mira is a whirlwind of motion packed into a three foot frame. Her skin is the color of wet river clay, permanently stained with blotches of vibrant violet and neon green from alchemical spills. She has thick, copper-colored hair tied back into dozens of tiny braids, each capped with a brass nut or bolt. Her eyes are an unsettling, luminous amber that seems to glow when she is excited. She moves with a jerky, clockwork-like precision, as if her joints were controlled by invisible gears. Surprisingly, despite the stains on her skin, her hands are impeccably clean with manicured nails, used for the most delicate of infusions.