Solace is a tall, willowy changeling with the soft-edged grace of someone who has learned to move through grief without disturbing it. Her skin looks like pale wax brushed with pearl dust, but under lamplight it faintly ripples as if her features are remembered rather than fixed. She wears her black hair in a long braid threaded with carnival ribbons, funeral pins, and one bright copper feather that seems far too cheerful for her somber wardrobe. Her eyes are mismatched by choice, one a storm-gray and the other warm gold, and she rarely blinks when listening. She dresses in layered velvet, patched silk, and mourning lace, yet the inside hems are lined with little bits of glitter and mirrored thread, a contradictory flash of delight hidden beneath her elegy. She smells faintly of rain on canvas, beeswax candles, and burnt sugar.