I am so out of practice...

Sylve Jadain
Body:
  Eyes:
   Colour: Stormy twilight
    Irises
   Depth: Afternoon shadows
   Sparkle: A flirtatious glance
  Smile: A too-sunny day
  Hair:
   Colour:Still-wet ink of an ancient alliance
   Starless night
   Texture: Vines growing around a tree
   A gentle wind against your cheek
  Face: Polished marble
   A painter's model
 Beauty: Raindrops against a candlelit window
  Motion:
   Grace: Ribbon dances
    Shadow puppets
  Manner: Bubbles
   Butterflies flying from flower to flower.
Spirit:
  Quality: A dirt-smudged face
  Authenticity: A mirage in the desert
   Iridescent cloth
  Ambition: A political marriage
   Leaving a rival to die on the battlefield
  Manipulation: Reverse psychology
   A siren
   The plea of a beautiful woman
  Empathy: A rose plant infected by aphids
   A confidante who listens, only to then go and tell your secrets to the world.
 Self-esteem: Ugliness obscured behind a jewelled mask
  Empty compliments
Mind:
  Clarity: Velvet drapes
  Depth: Cold winter sunshine on ice
  Knowledge: A finishing school graduate
  Calculating: A sideways glance
   A stalker
  Planned murder
Soul:
  Depth: Gossamer in the wind

that was awesomeeeeee....

Awww. Thank you, Lady Abigail! What sort of impression did you get of Sylve?