Seika's hair is a magma-like flow of ember tresses blazing down to her waist, lustrous even without the oft-coveted blue-black locks of Asian stereotypes. Thick and slightly wild, it is likely very heavy and held in check at current only by a yellow silk ribbon. Like molten mantle the color of her hair flows from cooler auburn on the surface to fiery reds and ashen browns interspersed beneath. Eyes so light a brown they touch the yellow of fire smolder with an irrepressible mischief from within epicanthic lids, yet their intensity is tempered by mature calm and unsettling astuteness. Her countenance defies placing an age beyond youthful adulthood with smooth saffron skin and delicate features bearing a bird-like quality. Always expressive, Seika's mouth is wide and always pursed with a knowing smile or dreamy thought.