A girl in her teens, though her slender build and modest height - just topping out around 5' tall - may make her seem younger at first, but definitely a wilder. An impish smile shines on a fair-skinned face spattered with freckles, and surrounded by a halo of fine white-blond hair in curls that bounce gaily down to her chin. This is echoed in the soft blond wisps seen along her waistline visible under her cropped top, and curly fur coating the goats' legs under her cut-off denim shorts, and her pert tail - longer than the stub that most satyrs sport, more of a whisking Silenos-style. Curling out from her forehead are a pair of small horns the color of rich golden honey, and her ears are a touch long and lightly furred as well. At the ends of her legs are a pair of cloven hooves, the same golden honey color as her horns, and ringing out a joyful trat-tat-tat-ta as she clips along. A butterfly flutters gaily around her - beautiful, chimerical, with wings like cloudy mirrors catching the light.
Currently, her small amount of baggage - an overnight satchel, a messenger bag, and her instrument case - are seen through the door she vacated, on a neatly made bed.