sometimes in the drawing she is wearing feathers.
not just on her head but all around of her body. sometimes she rides a beautiful white horse called Each Uisce. most of the time she just stands beside him, peacefully; silently. she is a strong but ethereal figure.
she always wears a robe of black. this is never sad, nor frightening. it is just the way it is and that is all.
in later years she will throw her coloured feathers to the wayside. a murder of crows atop a crumbling rainbow. then she allowed only for the inclusion of white. sometimes she would scatter these to the sand all around of her and all would be silent and still at that moment in time.
at the very end there was a tall, conical brown paper head-piece. she stepped into the final battle with such courage and grace; wearing a plain but oh-so delicate garland.