Jaheira stands with the confident posture of someone who has faced dragons and lived to tell the tale. Her auburn hair, streaked with premature silver, is often braided with small wooden charms that catch the light. Weathered scars mark her olive skin—testament to battles fought for causes greater than herself. Her hazel eyes shift between the sharp focus of a predator and the warm concern of a mother watching over her young. She wears practical leather armor adorned with living vines that seem to respond to her emotions. Her voice carries the authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed, yet softens with genuine affection for those she considers family. There's an earthy sensuality about her—the way she moves with natural grace, how her fingers instinctively tend to wounded creatures, the protective energy that radiates when her "cubs" are threatened.
