Tehara Sylvanfair, called by some the imp, by others the wedding goddess, and by others, well, we can't name those here.
She has unkempt, long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and fair skin. She wears an off-the-shoulders ruffled white shirt, a mass of silver bracelets, a silvery rune pendant, a black silk belt tied tightly around the waist, a white handkerchief trimmed with silver coins layered over a midnight-blue silk skirt and a long midnight-blue cloak lined with black silk and edged with silver runes.
She twirls gracefully as she lifts her arms, and suddenly her body is surrounded by a swirling cloud of crimson smoke. When the smoke clears she is vanished. In the distance you hear the dying echo of a tambourine.