Blonde hair gently hangs over a fresh, dreamy face. Expressive gray eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watch fondly over the village they've have been separated from for so long. Plump red lips are pulled into a thin line as she watches the others begin to stride forward. Long black eyelashes are batting the snow from her emotion-filled eyes. The is the face of Serenity Buckets, a true angel in her family. She stands gracefully among the others. There's something irregular about her, perhaps it's her patience or perhaps it's simply a feeling of comfort. But nonetheless, people tend to assist her, whilst trying to hide from her.