A tousled mop of carrot-orange hair half conceals a pale, freckled
face. Wide, sapphire eyes sparkle with mischief. Upturned nose and chubby
cheeks, combined with shorter-than-average height, make this lad seem even
younger than his Turns.
Brand new tunic and short trousers, still somewhat stiff, decorate the
lad's skinny frame with a shocking shade of turquoise. At least it isn't pink,
no? Oh... and he's /clean/ - bony white limbs sticking out in all directions.
A twisted tangle of cord, probably purple under the layer of grime
coating it, clings precariously to his shoulder, identifying him as a
SeaCliffs kidlet to any who can stop him long enough to take a good look.
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