Safiyah yr Irfahn Al-Albaqiir, Free Captain and Mistress of the Aurora Azure.

Safiyah  had an angular, heart-shaped face, with moderate-sized cheeks and a slight point to her chin. Her skin was a typical Sabani brown-tan hue, darkened by the sun during her many travels, marred by the wrinkles around her eyes which rarely smiled. Her eyes were an olive green color, accented by the dark kohl lining her lids that aided in keeping the sand from tainting her almost-perfectly white sclera. At times, she could be caught wearing fashionable jewelry or accoutrements on her ears, her nose, or forehead, ranging from circlets, to diadems and earrings. Her lips were dark cherry in hue, her mouth curled into a small, knowing smile.

Her raven black hair was left to flow loosely onto her shoulders, strands falling down the back of her neck and in front of her chest. Her hair was full of body, adding a beautiful, sensual texture to her appearance. Her shoulders were delicate and sloped down to her collarbones which stuck out slightly and the gentle swell of her breasts placed highly on her chest. Her breasts were a gentle C-cup, round and symmetrical, full and shapely enough that they weren't restricted to movement. Her areola spread gently around her nipples, a plump, caramel-colored hue. Her nipples were soft and inviting, a caramel often appearing darker when she was aroused. They were larger than a pencil eraser, almost the size of a dime, and sat ever so slightly above her areola. The veins that ran through her breasts were quiet and smooth, lending a gentle texture to them. When she moved, her breasts shifted ever so slightly, adding a graceful, sensual movement to her body.

Her waist was small, sloping gently to her hips. her side muscles were delicately hidden beneath her skin, contouring into her flat stomach and providing a perfect indication of the musculature involved in holding up her physique. She had the delicate and intricate pattern of Sabani sand dunes that trailed from her lower stomach, up along her lower ribs and circling her waist. This pattern engulfed itself until it appeared on her lower back, connecting with the design of the sun between her shoulder blades. Her belly was tight and toned, showing the barest hint of the corrugated sinew that made it so taut when she tensed. Her skin was warm and supple, always glowing with life, there, suggesting her waist was a perfect place to grab hold of. It was a hypnotic act of mesmerism as she walked, the jutting hipbones shifting and swaying with an otherworldly delight, as if she had been sculpted by a higher power.

Her rear was full, round, and in the shape of an upside down heart. A combination of curves and toned muscles interacting into a plush, dusky tapestry that encompassed the woman's posterior. There were two distinct dimples slightly below her waist line that hugged her lower back, the bottom of her spine slightly exposed, the natural rise of it imparting a subtle roundness to her curve. Her cheeks filled out her trousers perfectly, round and soft, but ever so slightly firm. Her hip bones became more pronounced when she stood, jutting out like firm little handholds, with her glutes giving her the perfect shape to act as cushions in the heat of any encounter, the flesh smooth and unblemished across her cheeks, plentiful and inviting. When grasped, the musculature beneath that soft cushion would tense, and make itself plainly known.

Her thighs were a beautiful combination of muscle and curves, her calves toned and muscular. Her rear was slightly full, rounded, and inviting. Her feet were not too small, still well-proportioned to her body, but delicate and her toe nails painted a soft pink.

The aforementioned patterns about her waist and back joined into the sleeve along the length of her right arm, and right thigh were the depictions edged in color of fertile fields, surely distant of fair Saban, depicting barley, wheat, or grain of some fashion blooming with roses, tying in to the depiction of black ravens lined in turquoise flying overhead, as if observing both the field, and the viewer at the same time.

Finally, for the viewer who may be given such privilege, the sight of her modest femininity was trimmed neatly and groomed in the style of a landing strip. Her hair was dark and raven, not too long and not too short. Her labia was tucked neatly inward, the soft pink hue hidden by its structure. Her clitoral hood was slightly pronounced, the flesh hooded and delicate. The folds of her labia were petite and symmetrical, giving a shy peek at her pink flesh. When aroused, her inner lips slimmed back, exposing her moist, honey-tinted flesh to the air. Her musk was a combination of sandalwood and jasmine, a scent that was delicate and inviting.