Her skin was dark as a cocoa, her hair and eyes were of a monochromatic and deep black, thick lips on her mouth withou any baton, making up herself only in the eyes. Her hair was curly with longs and open curls, never becoming, not even by a thread, straight.
I may never find a image of her, not even in her usually clothes, the further I could get was a paint of her in the dress she used on the Nature Festival.
The only image of her I have in my mind is from a vision from year before, where Grandfather and Grandunclue were still trying to fix an deal about the Divinations. Because by the time I've arrived she had already gone.
She had an amazing voice, the kind of voice that reached all notes perfectly and still filled the space around.
Never afraid of anything, with a markable presence, and a great personality, she was the kind of person you would ask for an advise.
Her instrument was a pair of drums, that she would take tied around the neck, she could play and take that everywhere, the drumsticks easily becomes hair pins.
How nice would it be if we had met. I could ask for advises, we could sing, or other things, she really looked, acted and were more prepared to be the guardian of the good & bad.
