Somewhere in her mid twenties, this young woman's Razmani heritage is as apparent in her short stature as in the deep russet hue of her abundant coarsely wavy hair. She might have been a little bit pretty despite the unfortunately vulpine quality of her narrow face and long pointed nose, but hollow cheeks and worry lines on her forehead give her a careworn appearance, and poor diet also seems to have roughened her fawn brown skin and toned down the natural curves of her body. Her eyes, a deep greenish-brown color like moss on muddy ground, seem to be in a perpetual state of apprehensive unrest, and her sensitive mouth is drawn into a wary downcurve. When she speaks that is unusual too, an odd combination of posh phrasing laid atop a coarse inner-city cadence.
