Pale blonde, slender silhouette, and a pair of pointed ears. With such fine and graceful features, there is no doubt that the woman who crosses your path is an elf.

She offers you a glance, providing you with ample time to notice her heterochromic eyes : One of a crystalline blue, the other of a bright emerald. Her glance is brief, but it's enough to perceive a sharp mind and perhaps some mischievousness.
Her lips stretch briefly in a fleeting smile and she turns her head and looks away.

The high heels on which she is perched redraw the curves of her long pair of legs. Her gait is assured, yet her steps are light enough to silence the clacking of the cobblestones as she's already walking away.




For the more observant:
When her hands are bare, scars are easily visible. White lines running from the back of her hands along each of her long and thin fingers until they almost reach her fingernails.
It's hard to imagine that she can still use them properly. Also, that probably explains the regular and slight tremors that she soothes by massaging her hands while she talks, doesn't it?