Saucy ringlets bunch and coil as a mass of dark-blonde curls, framing an ovular countance; lightly tanned skin bears a touch of rosy sunburn here and there, just as honey tangles through darker hair, caused by a recent exposure to the Southern sun. Hazeled eyes hint towards amber, settled under long onyx lashes while pencil-thin 'brows arch above, a dusky brown. Crimson-touched lips hint towards a charming smile while twin dimples readily indent roseate cheeks, and a smattering of freckles flirt over impish nose, slightly upturned. Average height for one her age, her slender frame sports developed curves that the young woman carries with sensuous ease.

A distinctive knotting of purple, silver, black, and candidate's white graces one slim shoulder in Xanadu Weyr's colors.

Tapered -- tailored -- taupe slacks drape from slim hips, flaring at calves to allow for sleek, ebon-dyed, knee-high leather boots that are more for fashion than for practical use. The light material, cool enough for Southern's climate, is mirrored by the neutral-toned blouse that neatly tucks into the pants at the waist and billows, kimono-style, at both sleeves. Fushia makes a striking, startling contrast to the abounding paler hues, apt to draw the eye in the two places it makes its appearance: the slim, corded belt with a beaded fringe that dangles from the waist, and the gossamer-thin, near-translucent scarf knotted at the neck. Chic perches on Risly's shoulder.

The snooty holdgirl has finally blossomed into a young woman, but still sports the makeup of her teenage years, with an added tint to cheeks and blacker-than-thou eyelashes, apt to flutter alluringly.

Risly looks to be in her mid twenties.