Sabria is a graceful young human woman with pale skin scattered by fine freckles across her shoulders, collarbones, and the bridge of her nose. Her lightly curly chestnut hair is pinned loosely with copper beads, though several curls always escape and brush her cheeks when she dances. She moves with a soft, rolling precision, favoring her left side as if every turn begins from the hip and travels outward through her limbs. Within a minute of meeting her, people notice that she rarely looks directly at whoever is speaking. Her attention travels instead to exits, hands, pockets, and the faces of people pretending not to watch. Despite her delicate, inviting appearance, she has the habit of standing utterly still between movements, like a paused marionette. The contradiction is striking: her stage presence is warm and flirtatious, but her resting expression is watchful and almost severe.