Small and wild and female. Wide-eyed and long-limbed and round-faced.
young girl, with the spindly long-leggedness of one grown coltish,
at a bewildering world with too-round brown eyes. It is a brown
glints of green, should one look closely enough. The hair, in
long, and tending to elf-locks where it escapes about her face.
face, oddly tinged, an olive hue over her paling skin. She looks
about twelve years old, certainly no older, though she's small,
rather weedy-looking, all things considered. Over all this, a
frock, rather a good colour for her, peeks out like a cotton
under the hem of an olive-coloured coat.
A foundling. Since appearing shortly after the Annymus Festival,
by the river with a dead boy, supposed by the townsfolk to be
brother, she has lived with the Pickering twins, much to the
everyone else, and the chagrin of some who feel that perhaps
it is not
the best environment for a young girl to live in. At first she
spoke English, but instead could be heard to utter an odd tongue,
sounded like nothing identifiable, though some mistook it for
and her for a German spy!
After some time living with the Pickerings, she has learned
language. None could say she is particularly communicative, however;
then, look at who her teachers were. She is accustomed to wandering
over town of her own accord, and also into the countryside. It
well-known that she has, on more than one occasion, disappeared
that countryside for extended periods of time, causing much anxiety
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