This hobbit seems only two, maybe three decades old, not even halfway to old age yet. Lean as a cat, equally quick and graceful in her motions. Her skin is naturally dark, not tanned, and reminds of a warm late-autumn day. Dark soft-curled hair, often tied back in an effort to control it, but that often breaks the ties and clouds lose behind her in a delicate cascade of curls. Strange eyes — a clear, pale green with a hint of blue, like two sparkling gems from the lands across the sea.