Duhara was tall, slim and beautiful with big dark eyes, full lips, long slender neck and the typical Domani coppery skin, but there was a meanness about her. She had worn, on both occasions we have met her, red skirts so dark they almost seemed black, although slashed with bright red. She moved gracefully, but stood almost rigidly straight. She looked at everyone as if she were wondering what wrongdoing they had been up to. Basically she was meaner than a snake, though only her mouth gave any outward hint.