Renkah was walking down the beach towards Phoenix and Windstorm. The skirts of her dress rustled in the breeze. Smiling to herself, she smoothed the skirts with her hand. She had washed and brushed her hair until it was as smooth and black as ink, then half braided it, leaving most of her hair to fall down her back to her waist. She had also paid special attention to her horns, polishing and oiling them until they gleamed in the sunlight.
Her hairstyle:
and her dress:
Her hairstyle:
