Cordelia was in her usual attire. Plain robes, an apron over top, and her mess of long brunette hair pulled beneath a scarf to keep it out of her face. As it often was, her skin had seen plenty of the sun, unafraid to get her hands dirty in the earth or do the difficult work of cleaning the outsides of the home. So much time beneath the daylight had left her face smattered in freckles, clustered over her nose like stars on a clear night.

But despite her rather plain beauty, Cordelia had never gotten far by use of looks alone. She knew how to use them to her advantage when needed, of course, but to properly be as adaptable as a woman like her one had to have a quick mind. Something Cordelia carried in spades upon spades. A sharp girl, capable of doing anything and everything alone and by herself as she always had. She was polite when needed, full of a firecracker spirit when allowed to show it, and had an unrivaled work ethic.

She was always looking for something to do. So much capability often meant she appreciated a challenge or a puzzle, something to keep her mind going.