Before you is a slim, dainty elf with a wiry frame, sinuous yet belaying the graceful composure common to so many elves.  The muscles of her leg are exceedingly well toned, the calves and quadriceps pulling themselves into place, the round buttocks firm and full, before disappearing along the narrow of her back.  The sides of her pelvis jut out, her belly is almost too thin, her abdomen flanked by two sinuous fibers of muscle.  Her breasts are modest, and her collar bones prominently crown the cords of her neck, host to an inlet at the center where a shadow always seems to lurk.  

Her style of dress more often then not unassuming, if not more prone to show a little bit more skin befitting a total ascete.  She wears no perfume, but her smell is indescribable, almost as if hay, if hay could walk and talk and tended to bushes for a living.

On close examination, her eyes seem adjusted to impassively regarding her surroundings, sparks of contemplation animating her brow and sharpening her eyes at the introduction of people surrounding her, and contemplations within.