Kendra, daughter of Hecate, is sitting at a corner table that is dimly lit. She is dressed in all black as usual. Her pants are black velvet. You can not see her shirt because of a long black suede fitted jacket she is wearing over it. Her hair is loose and freely flowing down to the middle of her back. She has purple streaks through out her long hair. She is pale almost paper white with thick black eyeliner and pale purple eyeshadow. As she reads her long slender fingers are drumming on the table. The black nail polish is reflection the dim light and looks like five little torch lights on her fingertips.
The books surrounding her are mostly older books. She occasionally leans over and smells imbibing the musty aroma of the old tomes. She is enjoying the reading, but every once in a while she looks up to see who else is here and what they're up to.