Tarema Avalen
A strange sight to see is she, her skin a soft hue of apricot, her slender body standing a waif-like 5�1. Her young age and beauty plus her petite height make her out to be of elven heritage. Her amethyst hair is what makes her stick out in those crowds, straight and soft, unbound and ending at her shoulders. Being fifteen years of age, not looking to be over twelve it seems. Pale purple brows, arched and slim express her features. Ebony lashes frame large, almond shaped eyes of amber, ablaze with curiosity at all things strange to her. A small and straight nose, seeming to look more like a button than a nose. Narrow lips, tinted a pale pink aren�t pouty at all. She is clad in a dress of thin white cotton. The sleeves long and flowing, being loose like the whole dress is. The sleeves end at just over her fingertips. The neckline of the dress is rounded, showing none of her ample breasts. The waist of the dress is also loose, leading to a long and flowing skirt, the hem lined in lavender silk and not even touching the ground. She goes barefooted, thinking she is closer to mother earth that way. An alexandrite anklet forms around her ankle, seen only as she walks. Showing no signs of weaponry on her body, she seems mostly peaceful.
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