Her light brown hair was covered and confined by a fillet of white wool.[50] She wore a stola and outer garment of stainless white linen--the perfectly plain badge of her chaste and holy office; while on her small feet were dainty sandals, bound on by thongs of whitened leather.

Everything about her dress and features betokened the priestess of a gentle religion.
[50] _Infula_.
When questions and repeated salutations were over, and Livia had ceased to be too afraid of her quite strange brother, Fabia asked what she could do for her nephew.

As one of the senior Vestals, her time was quite her own.

"Would he like to have her go out with him to visit friends, or go shopping?
Or could she do anything to aid him about ordering frescoers and carpenters for the old Praeneste villa ?" This last was precisely what Drusus had had in mind.

And so forth aunt and nephew sallied.