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There are no ready smiles, and her dark brown eyes emit a sense of quiet resignation.
Sorynn's dark auburn hair hangs loosely, curls of varying size spill down and rest just at the middle of her back. There are seven small braids woven throughout, six bearing a ribbon of red; one of blue. A thick leather strap has been crafted into a headband and keeps her bangs held back away from her face but even it has trouble containing the tiny ringlets that appear to be determined to escape confinement.
The only adornments visable are a silvery ring and matching bracelet that appear quite commonplace, that is, until caught in the light of Sunrifter.
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