A long thin cut rests along her jaw stopping just shy of her left eye. It appears to be healing well.
Standing at a mere four feet six inches, Istela is rather small framed lithe yet timid woman, with locks the hue of snow streaked with vibrant platinum flow down to her shoulders with face framing bangs, alabaster peach toned flesh unmarred is revealed in her face, neck, and other exposed areas. Soft eyes, tinted a dark midnight hue, watch the world around her with trepidation and slight curiosity.
Her clothing is unusual, something she takes pride in. A Safari outfit that has been cut away from the midsection and tied off just at her ribs. The shorts rest snugly at just above mid thigh with a series of daggers concealed within. Mystical boots that jingle and jangle with each step grace petite feet as she moves with a bounce to her step obviously tickled by this.
A fine silver bracelet glints on her wrist that absently attracts her fingers when lost in thought.
A Solid Platinum Pin depicting a Sword crossing a Shield over a Heart on a Shield background is pinned to her cloak securing it closed with ease.