A youthful girl with a distinctive mane of scarlet hair. She had the poise and mannerisms of someone born with just a bit of station, with little of the haughtiness that often came with too high of one. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her build petite, but Darya nonetheless didn't come off as fragile. She had an athleticism to her, a womanly appeal in the modest curves she boasted.


Her features were inordinately pretty, large blue eyes peeking out from under full lashes and set to either side of a dainty nose. She had expressive lips and brows, though her manner in general was restrained, politely subdued. She tempered her speech, economical with her words, which might be a shame, given how richly feminine the woman's voice was. It had a breathy character to it, accented pleasantly Ussurian.

Though she dressed well, better than one might expect of the cold distant East, the one article always seemingly with her was the woman's dark wooden lute.