Silver, long wavy hair slightly frames a delicately structured face with a charming little nose. Sparkling Obsidian eyes, set far within their sockets, look as if they have successfully captured within them the stars they've enchantingly watched for so long. Dark shades of makeup mark wisps around her deeply angled eyes and cover enticing full pierced lips that leave a compelling memory of her luck in love.
Platinum adornments elegantly compliment her pale soft skin by cascading from temples to over high cheeks, curved ears and ending down to her jawline which leaves a compelling display of her fortunate destiny. Luminous crescent moon earrings hang from gauged pointed ear tips capped in more platinum. A matching choker amulet is clasped possessively around her throat over pliable high collared leather. On her slender right hand is a platinum signet ring in the shape of a Solar Dragon engulfing a sun.
This is the face of a true wildspace dreamer among elves of the Silver Void underneath her gray and silver manta ray shaped felt cloak. She stands gracefully among others in finely tooled platinum studded black leathers covering smoky silk embroidered textiles, surrounded by ever present swirling shadows that seem hungry to caress and devour her lithe, alluring frame. Sometimes a soft tinkering click can be heard from the deft fidgeting of her left hand as a lock is repeatedly opened.
A thick leather tool belt, stitched with a portrayal of a Barn Owl in flight, connects several O-rings to two small discrete bags strapped to her outer thighs with the ties continuing around her inner thighs to secure them completely. A scorched book, ravaged by dragon fire, with the script barely visible on its cover hangs by a thin platinum chain above a velvet pouch with a faint purple outline.
Fastened to her back is an embossed leather bow case holsters an ostentatious longbow, the limb tips are shaped like a female Solar Dragon’s supple body and wings, the weapon imagery seems to imply that it is infused with the essence of dragon’s breath occasionally releasing a tiny mote of light that languishes in the air. Yet there is no accompanying quiver, only an unusual accompaniment of a small, sturdy black canvas bag with silver embroidery depicting constellations.
There's something incomprehensible and mystifying about her, perhaps it's a feeling of wonder or it's simply her disposition. But nonetheless, people tend to follow her, making her a common topic of stories where she treads.