Abigail bore herself with lively stature, none too tall or short and the proud owner of a figure somewhere between athletic and lithe. More often than not, she garbed herself in colorful attire, electing to stand out from drab commonality without compromising a measure of good taste. The bardess wore golden-blonde hair, past her shoulder in length but arranged in a variety of styles. Her eyes were an enticing pale green, easily smiling and naturally shrewd. The rest of her features were more than fair, appealing complements to the frame of her hair and the bright vibrancy of her eyes. They were not a commoner's features, far better blooded than that, though did not quite have some of the aquiline hallmarks of old and well-landed nobility.

As her clothes were meant to draw the eye, so too would her travelling gear. On one hip, as any wanderer might, the girl wore a blade. Thin and sharp, it was an elegant thing, meant for duelists. Judging by the rakish angle of its wear on her hip..she didn't much know how to use it. On the other, more professionally worn, more seriously presented..was a silver flute. The instrument was a lovely thing, holstered in an embroidered leather satchel.
On her back sat what resembled a lute, though the curves of the instrument were a little more refined, drawn into flowing and artful lines. An elven variant, so it seemed, six stringed and distinct in its notes. It looked to be expensive, worked with silver gilt.
Some trappings of jewelry, mostly silver, adorned her in modest proportion. The exception was an emerald stud in one ear, something her fingers might come to attend to often.