Dressed all in crimson and gold, save for one tiny wrist band, this lady is small in stature, and has honor marks from the tips of each finger to each of her elbows. Her hair, once the color of a tanned doe's hide, now has brilliant white streaks framing her face.
When she chooses to speak, her voice resonates like that of a graceful waterfall. Smooth and calming... unobtrusive... all but impossible to ignore.
Her eyes are mismatched; one is hazel, the other a brilliant green.
