You'll probably find Leora far away from people. Perhaps she's lounging on the branches of a tree where her leather-clad feet dangle. Or maybe you'll find her in a garden and scowling at manicured flowers as the wind tugs at the scarf that covers her hair. Maybe you'd even see her running down a beach, where she abandoned her boots but kept on the leather armor she made herself. The wrinkled cloth under the armor more often than not clashes with the scarf, but pointing out the fashion faux pas runs the risk of meeting the thick end of her maple quarterstaff. It might be wrapped in vines and holly, but it hits harder than a quarterstaff should.

Overall, Leora Goldthistle is a brown skinned young woman built like a reed: thin, light, bendy, and will absolutely sting if she hits you. Beyond her build she bears a blunt expression on her face, smells like cedar and clean earth, has dirt under her short nails, and carries herself with the competence and sure footing of a person who thrives in the wild. She's not the kind of person you'd want to approach in a tavern for conversation, but she's definitely the person you approach when you need something made or done.

Her scarves are fastened together with a wood and bone pin shaped in a unicorn's head. It doesn't take much knowledge of religion to recognize the unicorn as the holy symbol of Melikki, goddess of the forests. She wears different colored scarves in many different styles, depending on her mood, but they always cover her hair completely. The scarves frame her flawless face and sharp brown eyes. Her eyes and cheeks are dusted with gold flecks that seem to glow even in sunlight.