Sabal stands at an unassuming height, which was considered average for a creature of her stature. Her frame is that otherworldly mixture of lithe and curvaceous that sets her kind aside from others.

Tumbling down from the crown of her head, long purple hair spills across her shoulders. Framing her face with it's high cheekbones and slightly pointed features to present a regal countenance, often accentuated by the soft purse of her plump lips when in thought.
Her build is that of a dancer, with willowy limbs and a toned core. She seems proportionate for her size, the swell of her chest filling out her clothing temptingly enough, and a tapering waistline blossoms out into pleasantly broad hips. A thick rump swaying with each step. Her legs are long, and seem to carry her about the world with a defined slink.
Her clothes were strange, a mixture of modern and old; though the inescapable truth of a thick swelling at her loins was rather noticeable.