Salitra turns, feeling a blazing gaze upon her. Her own glowing green orbs portraying an innocence that goes hand in hand with her age. She wears black pants, stained with the remnants of the days adventures and a shirt to match. She wears a cloak tied up so the ends do not drag upon the ground, an opal necklace about her neck portraying some sort of ancestry.
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