A good-natured creature of questionable heritage and questionable motives.  She looks elven, but without the lissome proportions.  And maybe her ears are too long. And maybe her eyes are too slanted.  And maybe her face is a touch too angular.

She moves like the samba with a to-fro swing and smiles like a song you heard, but you forgot the lyrics.  They're at the tip of your tongue.

Her voice lilts with Sylvan hues, green as vines or an unripe apple.  Just as crisp and tart at times when the sass falls out in syllabicsmartassery.  But most days she knows better.

On the short side of the measuring stick, she oft wears heels to make up for her height and sometimes acts taller than she is.  Tall as trees when the wind shifts the right direction.

More than all of this, she is red-hued hair and wildness carefully concealed beneath the trappings of propriety.