(Travelling impressions)

At first glance, this is no more than a youth enveloped in his father's armor, bearing arms and armor with the markings of a minor cadet branch of House Velaryon.  Slight of build and almost delicate of features, most would dismiss the youth as a smooth-faced boy barely old enough to be called a man.  but the sharp of eye and wise of heart would see deeper than the exterior of the young herald.  The strong hawkish features of the men of Valaria are lacking here.  And there is an air of weighty matters and thoughtfulness in the slight furrow of brow and set of lip.  Some might say this youth would seem more akin to a scholar of old lore or falsetto singer of Sept choral chants.  There is a deeper mystery to the presence here.  This is no mere boy.  The shift of weight on one leg, the subtle tilt of a hip, a touch of unease at the gaze of men betray the girlish origin of the figure.  Whatever the reasons for her disguise, had it not been for that chance second glance, she would have passed right under the eyes of most watchers.


(In regular attire)

This young maiden has an awkward and unusual demeanor.  Not in the least bit feminine, her body language and carriage seem to imply a wild freedom and tomboyish upbringing not common to most girls, be they of city or country origin.  The trained eye might notice her stance and footwork betray signs of training in the sword and wearing of armor.  Pretty in a tousled wildflower sort of way, Acired is atypical even for a "country-knight's" tomboy daughter commonly found in rural parts of the Seven Kingdoms.  Despite her demeanor the appraising eye can tell even through her baggy loose clothing that this young girl is the embodiment of classical Valarian beauty.

Petite but voluptuous in build, she does not conform to the current fashionable standards of slim and slender beauty popular in cosmopolitan cities like Essos.  Rather her curved form and hourglass figure indicate an earthy presence and are reminiscent of old icons of hearth and fertility that are oft venerated by farmer's and sailor's wives.

She is young, perhaps looking just into her teens. Traces of baby fat are still on her face and body, and she has a girlish softness about her that accentuates the impression of an earth spirit like a classical nymph or dryad.

Her budding breasts stand proud and pert, thrusting unmistakably off her athletic shoulders and chest, while her abdomen and waist are slim and well-toned, swelling out into proportionally broad hips for her age, the kind that many old-fashioned folks joke about as 'child bearing hips'.  Her posterior is round and full, having a gentle swell and defined indentation like a ripened peach.

Strong thick thighs taper down to dimpled knees and shapely calves, ending with small cutely-flexed and petitely-arched feet.  Her arms are slender and willowy, being neither too skinny nor excessive fatty under the biceps.

Her sculpted porcelain-like facial features, particularly her pert button nose, give her a quiet sort of attractiveness, more akin to a wholesome 'cuteness' like a doll rather than the cosmopolitan beauty of a high-court girl.  Her eyes are large and are of a soft and warm lilac-violet hue, giving the impression of an exotic sloe-eyed dreamer.  Her hair is a glossy waterfall of lustrous silver-blond, cut just about even with the small of her back.