Selyra moves with a deliberate grace that balances the fluidity of water and the stone-solid conviction of the mountains. Her ash-gray hair hangs braided with thin silver chains threaded through like veins of moonlight; the braids move as if weighted subtly with air. Her eyes shift between a stormy charcoal and a molten gold when touched by light, leaving those she meets unsettled and fascinated. A paradox in her appearance is the intricate tattoo of a wilted rose twisting up her left forearm that glows faintly red in moments of deep emotion, contrasting with her otherwise serene, almost alabaster-like complexion. Despite her lithe build, there is an undeniable presence that roots her in place and commands silent respect.