Ayrwyn was sharper than the average woman, with a lean body built for agility and stamina. Her skin was tanned with an olive undertone, an odd scar here and there. Such a scar graces her cheek, dashed along her cheekbone as a thin red line.
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The rest of her face was angular yet smooth, the structure carrying hints of a father's silhouette admist a woman's features. It contrasted with the delicate shape of her eyes, clearly inherited from a beauteous mother. Crested with shapely brows, Ayrwyn's eyes were bold; frosted jade and remarkably cat-like, with an analytical gaze that seemed to pin to those she came across.
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Her hair was short, honeyed dark blonde in colour, falling loosely around the nape of her neck in a slightly tousled manner. It would appear she was not one for the long, glossy tresses of a maiden.
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She was tall in frame, standing at 6'. Decently proportioned, she had a slight waist and supple form and an open posture. Her shoulders held back and her chin lifted, her movements are smooth, calculated and purposeful.