With a set of inquisitive amethyst eyes and of lavender tresses, slim digits inside of gloved hands scribble down in a white leather-embed notebook. With warm words crafted by careful calligraphy to delay the inevitable, she trots forward into the world of Meranthe with the newfound desire for the true nature of escapism, sending letters which promise safety back home.

In a white shirt with a red tie and a black vest. Prim and proper, with a voice that does not demand authority. The skill of above average metacognition and deduction carries her through what is nothing else but a run straight away from fate. Wears a golden pin on the inner side of her vest as a symbol of solving the unthinkable; one of a detective. Though where this permit from,
or if it's worth is even real a mystery.