Perfectly young: that resilient, bounding, avaricious kind of youth. A stormdark yearling, long of leg and standing tall among her peers. Obsidian stockings, a pale mouth, and a silvered ventral line stand out on her slate undercoat. Distinctive dark markings arc along the sides of her ribcage, each one longer than the last, rappelling from a burntblack spine and tail. Her ears and crown are likewise wreathed in jet, the color cascading down her muzzle before splitting at her gray nose and pouring to both sides of it like the stone that parts the waterfall. Two blue eyes (the left a warm verdigris, and the right an icy azure) observe the world and everything in it as a game meant to be played. Coat reference.