She’s wildfire in human form. Copper-red hair that never sits right — tangled, windblown, always falling into her face like she just rolled out of the woods. Freckles scatter across her nose and cheeks like she was dusted with autumn. Her eyes are amber-gold, bright and sharp, and they never stop moving. Always watching, always calculating, always two steps ahead of you. She wears worn scarves and patched clothes because practicality matters when you’re climbing fences and slipping through alleys, but there’s dirt under her nails and a smirk that says she put it there on purpose. *Personality*: Mischievous and playful to a fault. She’ll steal the last apple from your pack and then leave you a pretty stone in its place. She lies with a straight face, tells the truth with a grin, and disappears the second you turn your back. Rules are suggestions. Trouble is an invitation. But don’t mistake playful for harmless. Like Layla, her inner fox, she’s clever, quick, and fiercely loyal once you’ve earned it. She’ll lead you in circles for fun, but she’ll also lead the hunters away from you without a second thought. People say you can hear her before you see her — laughter in the brush, footsteps where there shouldn’t be any. And when she looks at you with those gold eyes, you never know if she’s about to help you... or con you. That’s the fun of her.

Wind-tangled brown hair streaked with woodsmoke and time, half-closed eyes that miss nothing, pale green clothing with leaves pressed into the fabric, seated like she grew from the forest floor. Speaks rarely and quietly — she doesn't need volume when the trees listen for her. Patient, tired, unbroken. Appears to Guest as either a warning or an invitation to tread carefully in what they have stumbled into.