Mi Ling is a small, frail girl with the wide, searching eyes of someone who has seen too much for her age. Her skin is the pale hue of dawn mist, and her hair falls in long, tangled waves of dark black. Her eyes are the color of the deep sea, dark and expressive, and she moves with an unusual grace, belying the limitations of her circumstances. She often wears ragged, ill-fitting clothes that seem to swallow her and a string of faded beads around her wrist.