The winter months had caused the reticent elf to retreat within cloak and cowl, lined with warm, white fur as was practical for the weather. Somehow, former boyishly-short hair had been exchanged for a spill of silver-gold curls that fell past her waist. How *anyone* could grow her hair so fast was certainly a mystery, and it was even longer than it had been before she had cut it. Her brows swept gracefully over very blue-green eyes, darkly framed by long lashes. They sat atop high cheekbones and between sharply-pointed ears that all but shouted her elven heritage. But her face had another focus aside from comely features and chrysocolla eyes. Her bandages had been cast off, revealing a delicate, elven rune branded on the center of her brow. However, her attire had not altered except to adopt thicker fabric. Asha could most often be found in undyed, long-sleeved dresses, coarse of weave and simple in construction. A belt circled her waist, bearing a bag upon her right hip and a lonly loop at her left. But for all the severity of her appearance, her lips were ever sweetly curved, as if gracing Rhy'Din with constant cheer, one tainted with soft melancholy that was beginning to abate. (Portrait and Avatar both by me! Description currently under construction.)
Skills:
Although a gifted healer and skilled herbalist, the often modest elf would not boast of such things. While she showed some prowess with blunted weaponry, she clearly held no love of combat. Asha's instrument of choice was her unshakable faith and the blessings that her god Barbades would bestow her.
