You see a tall statured woman standing above six feet tall whose muscles show through her simply woven garments that are articulated with strange and ornate copper patterns trailing over the fabric. On her hips you notice bags and satchels with the tell tale signs of apothecary use as well has bits of sewn in parchment with small wording on them, potentially prayers.

From her clothes you notice her skin and hair is incredibly pale, with patches of even paler skin on her neck and knuckles. Her stark white hair is pulled back into a loose but safe bun tied together with a bit of silver cloth that hangs down to the nape of her neck. Those who are familiar with the folk of the land, you notice that her ears and eyes are very orc shaped put have the agelessness and pointiness of an elf.

It is her eyes though that spark intrigue, cloudy green and blue swirls encompass her irises, shifting naturally with the clouds in the sky. This is where she got the prefix of her name, Iysla.

Common prayers from Iysla:

Morning - Oh keeper of fate and time, lend your sight to my path. Reveal the coming currents of fate, that I may navigate the river of time with wisdom and not be swept away by its tides. Show me the way forward, and I will walk it without fear of the unknown.

Evening - You who have seen the start and end of all things, help me to find the peace in waiting for your perfect timing, knowing that all things will come to pass in their proper hour. I surrender my impatience to you and trust in your unfailing faithfulness.