Translations:Tarratch Slavers/4/en

She is helmetless, black hair and pupil-less eyes bared to the air, which is presumably so her ruff of moth-like feathers can flutter freely. They buzz and shimmer with strange colors that seem to dip in and out of existence, constantly disintegrating and reforming into unsettling patterns. She moves with a light-footed grace which makes her seem she’s just on the edge of bursting into flight.