She is round with a placid face and has dark eyes.
She could have been a farm-wife suddenly stuck into a noblewoman’s riding dress, but the mind behind those plain, sweaty features was as sharp as any Aes Sedai’s.
Stout yet as graceful in her saddle as she is at dancing, Serailla is always smooth. Not oily, or false; just completely unflappable.
She accompanies Ethenielle to the meeting with the other Borderland Rulers.