Pale, pretty and young, Eilieen walks through the world like a girl stepping through a field of thumbtacks - delicately and with many a wince.  Frowns and sighs accompany the slim young woman's every encounter with discomfort, and she often huddles beneath her travelling cloak, guarding her platinum-blond hair and soft, smooth features from the elements.

And yet faced with people, her face lights up like a crystal in the sun, her smile gleams like polished ivory, and her sea-blue eyes glow with warmth and compassion.

The young priest wears a simple travelling cloak over a serviceable, yet pretty gown.  Having abandoned her delicate shoes miles in the past, she now wears tall, travelling boots, somehow managing to find something that doesn't clash.  A spear does double duty as a walking stick, a backpack weighs drags at her shoulders, and around her neck hangs a small, silvery amulet, cunningly worked in the shape of a wreath and dotted with tiny pink and crimson blooms.