The woman brushes her blonde hair over her shoulder as she looks up. It is impossible to determine her age - whether youthful or mature, she seems both at once. Radiant beauty surrounds her like an almost visible aura, even despite her mask securely covering half of her face and sealing away the true magic of her gaze.

After a moment of thought, she approaches the figure ahead of her, holding out an apple in one perfectly sculpted hand. "An apple for your favor, Master."