Long dark hair falls loose with a few small braids threaded through it, framing warm olive skin and amber eyes that hold a beat too long. She is average height and curvy, settled deep in the lamplit hush of the tent, hands moving more than her face. Rings crowd every other finger and kohl is smudged just so around her eyes. She wears layered dark cloth and a scatter of thin chains, the whole act arranged to look like it wasn't arranged at all.

Shows affection by

words of affirmation

In conflict

goes quiet

Habits

turns a card over slowly; watches your hands not your face; answers a question with a question