She was a good half foot shorter than her brother and once free from her bulky over-clothes much more feminine. Her slight, but muscled body reminded Erin of a treecat a traveling trader had brought to the Keep from the Wildlands.
Erin remembered how the feline had lain in the far corner of it's cage, seemingly unconcerned with the noisy humans crowding around. Unconcerned until Arlow son of Lord Vaunte, had carelessly gripped the thin iron bars of its cage and the treecat had flashed forward with it's raking claws, cutting four of his fingers to the bone. In the resulting furor most everyone's attention had been on Arlow's misery, but not Erin's. Erin had watched the treecat stroll lazily back to its corner, lie down and proceed to lick its bloodstained paws with slow relish. All the while its lidded eyes seemed to gaze past the roiling crowd into the far distance.
Like the treecat, Col's eyes now unshaded by her cap, were shown to be brilliant forest green hue with darker circles around the irises. Her dark brown hair was cut short and her skin, where the sun and wind hadn't darkened it, was fair.