Slender and deliberate in motion, she moves like someone who learned to dance around both trees and sharp words. Her face is narrow with high cheekbones and a small scar tracing the left jawline from a childhood hunting mishap. Her skin shimmers faintly like frost in sunlight. She wears a crownlet of woven reeds and silver wire that sits slightly askew, and a single small tattoo of an oak leaf curls behind her right ear. Unexpectedly, her left sleeve is patched with a scrap of rough burlap sewn over fine silk, a deliberate contrast between modesty and refinement.