She had long and golden hair shone at night so that the small window of her house was like a lighthouse  for the sailors. She was only interested in warding off her sister's evil spell.

        During the day, she would walk along the moor with her white dress on and a cloack fluttering in the wind, the colour of which was a sure clue of the weather: light blue for a quiet day, dark grey when a storm was looming ahead. The sailors around could follow her signs and until her death, there was no wreck in that part of Brittany.