Lydia perfect match is...

The elven girl before me was a creature of ethereal beauty, her features a perfect blend of elegance and wildness that only her kind possessed. Her skin was like porcelain, smooth and pale, a stark contrast to the vibrant green of her eyes, which seemed to hold the very essence of the forest.

Her hair, a cascade of golden waves, tumbled down her back, glinting with hints of silver under the chandeliers' light. She wore a gown that seemed spun from moonlight, a delicate fabric that hugged her slender form before flowing into a train that whispered across the floor with each step she took.

The dress was adorned with patterns that mimicked the leaves and vines of the woodland, intricate beadwork that sparkled subtly, as if dew had settled upon her. Around her neck, a necklace of emeralds rested, each stone cut to perfection, catching the light and reflecting the life of the woods she called home.