Mask:
She is a whisp of a girl, pretty much looking as if the wind blows up too hard, she'll be blown away with it. She
is a delicate girl with beautiful features that speak of trust, allure,
and quietness. Hr golden hair falls in almost perfect curls to her
hips, and her blue eyes tend to stare into the world as if she were
trying to drink it all up, or maybe trying to remember.
If the real world sees her as delicate, she is even more so in her mien. Looking as if any strong wind blew her away with it, she's a frail thing. Her hair looks like it's made of golden thread and falls in perfect curls to her waist, perfection seeming to define her delicate features, a face you can trust, a face you can follow... Her eyes, though, they hold light itself, like stars shining in a dark night, the only guide to safeguard in the night, shining on a soft silver-blue glow most of the time, this glows follows along her body in markings that depict stars, runes, and on her forehead, chest, and palms, snowflake-like shapes, also glowing softly with a silver-blue hue, although this color may shift according to her mood.
Little is known of the frail-looking young woman, but that she is new, new to 'coming back'. Still, she seems to have embraced life as it is, seeking to find laughter again and to help others find it with clear openness and faith.
She has also seemed to have found her voice, a sweet one that is often found singing both at the Thaw House and the Permafrost.