Estridh is diminutive and petite. There is nothing to her, but you can be sure when she is near. If not for the sweet, earthy floral fragrance that seems woven into her very being, then her palpable strength of will might be sensed, as if she were willing you to notice her. But only a little.  She does not enjoy being the center of any praise or attention.

Coils of auburn hair glint like copper in the sunlight. If her hair were unbound and pulled straight, it might reach to her low back. It is wild and untamed, most of the time, and thus she keeps it pulled into a tidy style, sometimes adorned with small ribbons or flowers when the weather is warm. In the cold months you'll find her dressed in layers and layers of thick wools and linens to ward off the permanent chill she often feels. 

Her fingers are usually stained with dye or grass. Pouches and satchels are often attached to her belt. When she walks long distances, or over more rugged terrain, she can be seen using a walking stick that is taller than she is (though that isn't saying much).

She is not ethereal or untouchable, but earthy and strong.  Any sense of high morality has been stolen from her. She is a free spirit and does not feel bound by the same standards as others.