Aula is a strange young woman, marked by exotic good looks and obvious abuse. She's thinner than she should be, and her skin is worn and dirty, despite her youth. At first glance, many would see hints of holy radiance lit by an inner fire native to her kin. But like a school of fish alone in the depths, these flashes of brilliance would scurry away from their sight, leaving nothing in their wake but a tired and confused girl with feathers for hair.