Slender and pale like porcelain, and seemingly as fragile, she look to be light as a feather. Indeed she appears to glide as she moves swiftly across the gardens, as the hem of her gray robe sweeps the grass wet with dew. Her eyes hold a distant dreamy look within them, yet seem to scan her surroundings with purpose. Whenever her eyes met those of another they held within them an eerily knowing look as though she could see right into their mind and knew exactly what they were thinking. Her soft oval face and gentle smile are filled with peace, wisdom and compassion.