Cassandra, 19, an Anatolian Luwian royal hassusara and ḫutlassa priestess. She was not crazy, but she was insightful and intelligent. Serene, disciplined face, natural pale olive skin texture, zero makeup, dark eyes heavily outlined with thick black mineral kohl. She wears a monumental floor-length Luwian kurtis dress of solid heavy charcoal-black wool with seamless long sleeves covering her wrists to the knuckles. Fabric falls in massive vertical folds, decorated with austere dull-ochre geometric embroidery along the chest and hem. Waist tightly held by a wide rigid leather belt with an engraved bronze plate. Traditional leather chory boots with curved upturned toes. On her head is a high conical fabric polos crown with a smooth rounded top and a rigid silver ampyx band. Attached below the band at her temples are two heavy hollow silver spiral tubes, with smooth strands of her dark hair passing through them. Her hair has a sharp middle parting, gathered at the back into a single mirror-smooth disciplined long horse-tail falling down her back. No veil, back and hair visible. She stands inside a grand dark-grey Troy palace room with rough stone limestone walls, deep shadows, lit by a blazing bronze fire tripod-brazier
