The slim young mage appeared in the doorway and looked around for her group.  Spotting them, she smoothed the divided skirts of her indigo robes, took a deep breath, and started towards them with a long stride for her petite height.  If the waifish girl's robes were less well fit, she might have easily been mistaken for several years younger.  Her curves were present, but delicate.  Her skin smooth, elfin features delicate, chin lightly pointed.   The snug robes hinted that her small bosom was naturally pert and round.<br/>Her eyes--on the other hand--didn't have to fight to show her maturity.  Not even her frequent shy hesitations could hide their shrewd intelligence.  She started to sit down beside Aaric.  Realizing what she was doing, her cheeks flushed and she backpedaled, then hurried to the other side of the table to sit beside the quite church knight.<br/>Aiden settled her staff against the table and smoothed her skirts for composure, then regarded them with a cheery smile.  "Good morning.  Good to see you all again.