Her cottage is tucked into a secluded corner of Shengui Guo, within walking distance of the Floating Market. The natural tan stones to the east are grown over with an assortment of flowering wisteria and lilac vines while the western wall glows with a subtle radiance that gives the blushing sunstones their name. The ends of the vines dangle over the edge of the sod roof, giving constant shade as a natural awning over the entry. The small pond to the rear of the house has been artfully arranged with shade plants tucked beneath the spreading branches of larger, flowering trees that provide nutrients and nesting places for the native butterflies. Custom-built dragonfly huts invite these lakeside hunters to live and thrive at the pond's edges. Her aeanoid apprentice was hired not only for his willingness to make the bi-weekly trek to the market with her wares, but for his skill with hand tools of all kinds.
Her acclaimed magical skills allow her the luxury of remaining a little aloof. While she delights in creating magical wares to make the lives of her fellow Subetan easier, she will never be one that can feel comfortable in a crowd. She shudders at the thought of the chaos of a Centropolis stampede when Horns & Roses tickets or a special at Subeautique brings the masses running. She was very nearly crushed as a youngster in a rushing crowd and has never forgotten the terrifying experience.
She uses psionic power to levitate measuring units and ingredient jars where they need to go, tipping just the right amount of powdered malticorn horn or fairy dust with strict precision. It has taken her many years to gain the sort of mental control needed to get her measurements right down to the grain. She is attempting to teach her young Aeanoid apprentice the trick of her art but it will be many years before he can trade in tentacles for full mental hold. In the meantime, his many limbs come in handy on those days when she is feeling tired or simply not at her best.
No less vital to her operation is Amethyst, an enchanted dragonfly that communicates with her through a type of echolocation that uses thin wing vibrations to send high-pitched "words" directly into her mind. Amethyst can exchange thoughts with the birds and bugs that make Zyl's cottage surroundings their home. She knows well in advance of coming storms, allowing her to cover or bring inside those delicate herbs that will not stand up to too strong a wind. Every creature on her land knows of her and her mission to protect the earth. Even the stinging insects nestle in the flowers she wears on her person without feeling the need to make use of the weapons they naturally carry.
She combines the transformative potential of alchemy with the steady life-giving vitality of old natural magic to make tonics, tinctures and potions that boost strength, combat disease and give a sense of well-being to those that are struggling. Their woes may come from some awesome obstacle they have to overcome or merely the accumulation of life's little daily stresses. Her products come in a range of potency levels (and a dozen assorted flavors!)
She often whistles while she works, old-fashioned tunes one is more likely to hear in a play from the past century than the latest pop singles from any well-known band. Sometimes when all is quiet and she's absolutely sure no one (not even Amethyst) is watching, she'll dance to her heart's content.
Her color coordination skills are extraordinary. Every room in her modest home has its own color theme, with her favorite lilac mixture reserved for her bedroom on the second story. The alchemy room is done up in shades of dark blues and copper while her magical workroom is entirely created from earthy shades of green and brown, right down to the energy circle that is half emerald, half wood.
The natural world will ever be her love and while the main Subeta population is constantly looking to expand the inhabited parts of her native land, Zyl will ever seek to minimize their damage and keep the native plant and animal populations thriving. It will come as no surprise that one of her few and dearest friends is Dara. He feeds his minions awaiting homes a very special tonic that Zyl makes exclusively for his use. In return, he is always ready to accept any pesky critter that wanders uninvited onto Zyl's lawn, to look out for them and keep them out of trouble until their owners come to claim them.