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A list of all pages that have property "Description" with value "Despite her essential foreignness, Rukhnis gives an underwhelming impression of earthen nondescriptness to those who spare her only a glance. They will see a woman -- if they don't mistake her for a boy -- of no great height, square of face, compact in form, dark of eye with light coppery skin, her short and slightly frizzy dark brown hair pulled back in a thin braided tail: a creature brown and stolid as the ground she stands on. From many people, this first glance is the only glance Rukhnis will get. But for those who take a second look, with clearer and more curious eyes, there is something more. At rest -- in the amazing stillness of which she's capable of standing, in which you could almost forget she was there -- her bearing is poised and erect, and when she moves a fluid grace appears in all her motion. There is a proud cast to her nose and mouth, and a stubborn set to her jaw. Most of all, there is her eyes: not merely dark, but black and liquid as ink, with a gaze both guarded and curiously intense. Just as curious, her low voice possesses a wonderfully melodious cadence which is utterly spoiled by a rough rasp, and her right hand is marked by an ugly puckered scar that runs from palm to heel. {w({nShe looks profoundly tired. Her right hand is wrapped firmly in bandages, while the left hand bears a few jagged scars.{w){n". Since there have been only a few results, also nearby values are displayed.

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    • Rukhnis Al-Katibi  + (Despite her essential foreignness, Rukhnis
      Despite her essential foreignness, Rukhnis gives an underwhelming impression of earthen nondescriptness to those who spare her only a glance. They will see a woman -- if they don't mistake her for a boy -- of no great height, square of face, compact in form, dark of eye with light coppery skin, her short and slightly frizzy dark brown hair pulled back in a thin braided tail: a creature brown and stolid as the ground she stands on. From many people, this first glance is the only glance Rukhnis will get. But for those who take a second look, with clearer and more curious eyes, there is something more. At rest -- in the amazing stillness of which she's capable of standing, in which you could almost forget she was there -- her bearing is poised and erect, and when she moves a fluid grace appears in all her motion. There is a proud cast to her nose and mouth, and a stubborn set to her jaw. Most of all, there is her eyes: not merely dark, but black and liquid as ink, with a gaze both guarded and curiously intense. Just as curious, her low voice possesses a wonderfully melodious cadence which is utterly spoiled by a rough rasp, and her right hand is marked by an ugly puckered scar that runs from palm to heel. {w({nShe looks profoundly tired. Her right hand is wrapped firmly in bandages, while the left hand bears a few jagged scars.{w){n
      e left hand bears a few jagged scars.{w){n)