Evola's only extends her image of cute little girl, despite being nearly fully adult. Silver hair curls around her face and down her shoulders, accenting the pale gold of her skin and the dancing silver-gray of her eyes. Her nose turns up just lightly, her face is round, her mouth generous and always seemed pulled up at the corners with the hint of a smile. She is neither short nor tall, rather a pleasant medium. Her favorite colors for her wardrobe include white, pink, and lavender, with a sprinkling of the other pastel colors. 

Though she acts supremely superior to her younger and smaller brother, Evoli, she is very protective of him and loves him dearly. Her bond with Riyikith, whom she is determined to call by his full name rather than the shorter "Riya" he is more commonly known by, has matured into a deep connection between the two. She is quite fond of him, extremely fond of him, more fond of him than he knows-- though since he doesn't quite get it, she expresses her affection in a proprietary sort of way. He finds her pretenses at mothering him quite amusing. 

Evola had been content to simply let Riyikith be oblivious, if he had been oblivious and chaste. However, when she discovered in the spring that he had, of all things, a girlfriend, that was the last straw. She made sure that she would be fertile in the fall, skipping the period of isolation all females of the Avengaean species must experience in order to hold off the season of mating in a fit of pique. That the Victory Dance and frenzy happened to coincide with that season was luck for her, and a fine way to make sure she rubbed in Riyikith's face just what it felt like to be abandoned and ignored. 

Since then, Evola has wondered whether she did the right thing, had second thoughts, and has certainly gotten nervous at the prospect of something like a frenzy, but she is also stubborn, and refuses to give in to those doubts. Riyikith most certainly is not invited, but when he finds out what she's done, she has no idea how he will react. She hasn't so much as thought of what to do with the children a frenzy will quite likely produce.