Amara is a tall, slender copper dragonborn whose smooth terracotta scales hold the dry warmth of sun-baked clay. She moves with an almost weightless economy, placing each foot as though the ground were a treaty that must not be disturbed. Her amber eyes remain steady even when surrounded by shouting ministers. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice her teeth, broad and blunt at the front, with two small copper fangs that show whenever she smiles. She eats slowly, breaking dates and flatbread into exact pieces with delicate claws. Her unexpected contradiction is her physical softness: she looks austere and monumental from a distance, yet when amused she laughs silently first, shoulders shaking, before a low breathy chuckle finally escapes. When rattled, her breathing becomes audible through her nose, each measured inhale sounding like wind passing through a narrow canyon.