a crescent rang clear in the cold autumn sky and it laughed at my mood though would not say why

A slight figure, barely gracing five feet, Sierra has often found herself mistaken for a child. Though some may say she is still one yet, this misperception has greatly encouraged an adventurous, if solitary, nature.

Generally she prefers strong colors spread across several layers of clothing, with greens seeming a particular favorite. Her face and long black hair are frequently obscured behind colorful scarves, although she tends to leave her arms and feet bare.

Olive complexioned, with a pair of striking green eyes, Sierra has occasionally been heard to laugh for no discernible cause. Her voice, like her laugh, is lower than might be expected - but pleasant nonetheless.