You gaze upon a female human of slightly less than average height. Her womanly curves are still prevalent, despite the first slight signs of being past her first few winters and without the usual frailty that goes with it having long and delicate arms and legs to give the rest of her figure the unusual elegance that the combination of these two qualities can bestow. Her long light brown hair is imbued with blonde, almost golden locks and she usually wears it in a meticulously woven braid that flows over the lower curvature of her form. Sweet and gentle features adorn her pale face, with a slender, upturned nose that rests above her small mouth made up of rosy, soft lips. All these elements of her appearance are almost contradicted by her large, blue eyes that seem filled with a perpetual gleam of sorrow yet capable of being able to give both the most intensely cold glance and the most warm look but usually settling for an investigating gaze that leaves her thoughts opaque to outsiders. A final distinctive feature would be a series of faint scorch marks on her left hand's fingertips and a faint sword-like burned scar in her palm.