Character Description Practice.

Her frame was willowy, an allusion to the once great Russian ballerinas, but while their steps had been laced with elegance learned through years of knowing their bodies, hers were like a newborn horses: Wobbly and unsure. And as sharp and catlike as their features had been, hers were weaker. Her lips melted into the rest of her face, a gradient of pink to white. With blonde lashes long enough to skin her brow bone, her eyes looked out-of-place, dark as whiskey and forever quivering.
The oddness of her looks was, all at once, discomforting and magnetic, with an emphasis on the latter.