Gracefully slender, this gentle queen boasts all the dazzling golden hues of dusk, her hide slathered with shades of rose-gold and white-gold, swirling together beneath a haze of ancient gold. The frames of her wings are carried high, the delicate hide stretched across them sporting a darker, more mysterious tone of shimmering gold, which takes pleasure in hinting along eye ridges and the tip of her tail, darkening slightly across her narrow, well muscled haunches. Still, her posture, although remaining lady-like, is timid, wide fey eyes peering up from their setting in the wedge-shaped head and forelegs trembling slightly with anxiousness, almost a kind of quiet fear.

An intricate criss cross of predominantly purple and white for the healercraft, but Keroon's golden yellow and peridot-green woven into the design, as undertones to the band.

Raelyn is 10 months and 7 days old.

Raelyn, though more subtle than the other of Zara's rather rowdy flits took charge almost as soon as her wings were dry. Sarai's bossy moments bothered her so much that she usurped her position, sliding the green down to Altair's level once again, if not just a tiny bit below. Rarely does she acknowledge the others except to keep them in line...even Xylion. Xylion is just a little too...simple for her, not really acting bronze-like most of the time. She's incredibly affectionate and has a wonderful voice with which she joins in on the melody of the many flit songs the fair produces. Zara is her favorite person ever and she'd do anything for the Healer. Though young, she's just as trained as the other flitters, if not better. She, after all, can think for herself and extenuating circumstances pose no threat. That and she's much, much stronger.