Raina looks like a storm cloud that learned to walk upright. Her skin is warm copper marked by thin pale scars that branch across her shoulders like lightning seen through fog. Her hair is black at the roots but fades to silver at the ends, each strand perpetually lifting as though underwater. One side is shaved and tattooed with tiny navigational stars, while the longer side is braided with blue thread, fish bones, and fragments of broken signal flags. Her amber eyes rarely settle on a face. They track ropes, gulls, loose shutters, and the invisible movement of air. She moves with a rolling sailor's gait even on solid ground, yet her hands remain astonishingly still. The unexpected contradiction is her smile, which is gentle, almost shy, and completely at odds with the severe weather scars and watchful intensity that make strangers expect a hardened cynic.