Daniel catches up, eyes wide, clothes label but less-than-perfectly cared for. His eyes take in the cousins gathered at the top of the falls. He stretches out his hand to say hello to Lily. "Daniel Aerin Mille-Sandre, called Ethereal Quality, Theurge of the Nation, a pleasure to meet you."
Daniel's hair is somewhere between strawberry and platinum blonde, obviously a dye job with highlights and shading. His eyes don't seem to narrow or squint. Ever. He's pale-skinned with strong Slavic features.