She is all, broad, and strong. She has long been lost to her kind but makes no hurry or effort to find them. For she has all the company in the world so long as she just looks up.
The clouds form and disperse at her word, at her thoughts. Sometimes her emotions can overwhelm her and the sky all at once.
Sometimes the clouds are just too loud for her and she wills them away. Especially at night when she walks by the starlight. How could she ever feel alone with them all watching her? Such a calming sensation. Never has she truly felt alone.
She carries a crystal ball with her, in the crystal/glass it mimics the clouds in the sky to tell her things. A voice only she can hear.
Her outfit isn't much of anything. Just a cowl that wraps about her thick neck and shoulders, draping down her upper arms a bit. Tied or buttoned on one side. It has a hood she can wear for the rain and snow, she can even pull up the front to scarf her face if she needs too.
(I would like an image of each hood up / hood down, fine to pay extra if possible)
Her horns seem to have been dipped in blue-black pain. Flecks of shining gold Spackle or silvery white her horns like golden stars in the night sky she admires so much. Her hooves seem to have similar painting to match.
She is kind and she is motherly. Always inviting strangers to camp and dine with her, always helping those lost she comes across. She never stays with them long, only a night or two at most before she is on her way again.
Some say she's not real at all.