She is small, not so much petite as compact; she's not a stunning beauty, not in comparison with her mother or youngest sister, but there is a sort of supple grace to her form which holds a certain degree of appeal. There is a hooded look in her deep brown eyes, something well-hidden and cherished in her thoughts, and she looks unwilling to share it; she is a furtive creature, and this is obvious from the moment you try to make eye contact with her. Stretching, the dark little creature edges away, glancing at you over her shoulder occasionally in a highly distrustful manner. Finally, at great length, she rolls her eyes at the absurdity of the situation, and speeds up, loping away to more genuine privacy. [Links]
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