some might say she looks more like her dad than her darker clad mom, mimicking more of his softer silvers than the dark saddle and rich browns of hers. deidra might be the lightest of her siblings, covered mostly in the angelic hues of white. even her undercoat is the pure color but the color is broken, swathed in gentle paints. tarnished touches her ears, her skull, it cradles her neck before skipping down to shoulders and limbs. heather gray creeps up her sides, blending seamlessly into the silver at her limbs before fading away into the snow. the only touch of her mother is the feather light ginger that paints her throat before jumping to her ears, her face. a few swipes under her eyes and around her nose before it travels to her back, a delicate pattern of wings, and the color fades further and touches her tail tip. deep sienna, the only darkness on her frame, creating expressive brows, tipping her ever moving ears, and always swaying tail.

her eyes as pale as her frame, a fogged periwinkle, framed with dark lashes.

her body is the smallest of her litter, though born the middle child she will always look the part of the last born. the runt but her frame is not stunted but feminine and graceful, lithe and slender. she moves with tiny paws that seem to dance along the ground, every movement seeming precise even when they are placed with a mind clouded with dreams.