You see Altruist Anisi Sithisayiu, a Kaldar.
Anisi has some fashionable sunglasses with elongated cat-eye frames enhancing her almond-shaped emerald eyes and a freckled nose. Her auburn hair is very long and straight, and is worn tied back in a thick rope-like column bound by some platinum-chased strands of vela'tohr-carved zoetia beads. She has fair skin contoured with glittering swipes of translucent crystal dust and a well-fed, pleasantly plump figure.
She is toweringly tall for a Kaldar.
Some small white pearls float lazily around her neck, glowing with a lustrous sheen against her skin.
She appears to be middle-aged.
She has a tattoo of a delicate heaven gazer lily nestled in a bed of soft green moss on her ankle.
She is in good shape.
She is wearing a pair of platinum snowflake earrings set with glacier emeralds, a glacial blue winterweave sochi lined with snowy white frost opal icesilk, a brushed silver pendant inlaid with an exquisite frostflare opal, a Gorbesh catapult basket, a pale white tabard emblazoned with the shining white globe of Ghostly Mistress Orisas, a snug icesilk bandeau wrapped around the chest, a flawless silversteel band inlaid with a pattern of svelae waves, a pale grey war belt studded with winged plumed agates, a reinforced leather raekhlo with a long gilt-edged dagger and a windsteel battle axe hanging from it, an ice-veined leather kilt fastened with an icesteel pin and a pair of quilted ice-veined leather boots spilling over with soft fur.
[Almalne Alolan, Flowering Fields]
Neatly furrowed rows of dirt run in north to south lines around a squared patch of ankle-high grass. Planted along the top of each mound are a rainbow of irises, their colors ranging from deep reds and brilliant oranges to soft blues and intense purples. At the edge of a grassy pathway stands a gate of artfully wrought iron. You also see a grand white oak farm with a rustic livestock corral of natural stacked fieldstone enclosing a series of rusted water troughs.
A large kitchen island with a polished marble countertop and a broad golden applewood table with a worn surface with a chubby glass jar filled with a charming violet bouquet on it rest upon the varnished honey pine floor of this room. A convoluted cast iron combination oven burns from its resting place at the edge of the cotton rug covering the honey pine floor. White-washed plaster walls enclose the area, holding in its lingering smell of baking bread. You also see a huge silverbirch-framed window inset with moss-green glass, a silverwood door elaborately carved with blooming vines, a weathered rockwood cupboard fitted with glaes handles, a white-painted wicker nest chair that is facing the table and a white-painted wicker nest chair that is facing the table.