Evelia moves as if every motion were measured and scored. She carries herself with the stillness of a woman who has negotiated treaties at dawn and stalked elk at dusk. Her court hair is arranged in a tight braided crown interwoven with a single strip of elk hide; when she hunts she loosens the braid into a long plait that swings against her shoulder. Her face shows deliberate care: a narrow scar runs from the left eyebrow toward the temple, pale and thin like a leaf vein. She favors crisp posture and slow, economy-of-motion gestures, but when she draws a bow her movements are sudden and fluid, a contradiction that unsettles observers. Unexpected detail: the gloves she wears to court are a softer, embroidered silk; when she rides and hunts she wears coarse leather gloves that smell faintly of pine resin.