The veins of dried leaves are entwined within her braid, or, if her soft fair hair is worn loose, they sit as a thin crown about her forehead. No jewels can be seen adorning her, not even in times of revelry, whether they remain hidden beneath cloth is unknown; the adornment of flowers, however, can be seen on occassion. She is fair, as most would say of her kin and cousins, but perhaps not so radiant. She has an earthly quality to her. The glimmer of delicate threads in her self-sewn garbs are quite often masked by caked mud and leaves; especially about the fringe of cloak, boot and sleeve. An ornate dagger is often in her possession, sheethed and used for a variety of purposes. Sometimes a bow, but those who have seen her use it are few and far between. Her attire is made in the colours of this world, faded greens, browns, silvers and golds. Where she lightly and swiftly treads, one can find her hard to see.