Riya's leather straps are kind of haphazardly tied around her front legs, without obvious knots but held in place by the many loops. some days these straps seem coiled tight and painful, other days they're loose and drag on the ground behind her as she walks. it's hard to get close enough to her to understand if this has some kind of rhyme or reason behind it, but the leather looks aged and worn, indicating ... something or other.
she has gold chains woven through and around her nature features, catching the light in the sun and sometimes making scratching noises as they move over the dried roots when she moves. the chains are delicate and feminine, with small rings and a thin width. they could have been nice necklaces in another life, but what purpose they serve Riya is unclear. from the chains on her left side hangs a padlock, weighing down the chains and occasionally thumping against the roots. it's standard looking, a little beat up but with that brass-gold colour that makes it look like it belongs with the chains.