A prism of garments in a vibrant cast,

paired with too readily conjured smiles,

ill match patches barely holding fast,

for whom every step proves a trial

Silbhe won't be breaking any molds.  A cheer juxtaposed against the ill fitting, patched up clothing she wears makes her a perfect fit amid the city's elven population.  This, in spite of her obviously foriegn roots.  

--WIP--