How strange these countries tended to be, all wary yet respectful of her no matter where she happened to go. Her black cloak was never removed from her form more than showing her eyes and face, knowing full well what would happen if people happened to see her... deformities, as she liked to call them. Therefore her blue and purple hair was hidden neatly beneath her clothing as well as hiding the horn that also occupied her head.

Body was stiff as she took refuge from her journey, sitting quietly on a bench at one of the little trader outposts not far from one of the villages. Hands delicately rested upon her knees, lip bitten as she allowed her mind to wander.

While she hadn't been in Hoshigakure for some time, she still held to the weather of that place, finding that she was sensitive to different environments. Bearing in mind her duties as a priestess (and avid fortune teller, but that was a side-business all in its own), she kept her attention on the area around her, listening for anyone that would call out towards her.

Wings were held tightly to her body, also hidden beneath the cloak but having a slightly strange bulge on her back which she merely attributed to being hunchbacked. It wasn't as if anyone ever truly questioned her on the matter.