Thalandra possesses the classical, sharp-angled elegance of a High Elf, yet she is layered in the textured chaos of the deep woods. Her posture is unnervingly still, like a hunting heron. While her face is youthful, her movements carry the heavy, deliberate weight of an ancient oak. She often smells of ozone and crushed mint. Contradicting her wild environment, she wears a delicate silver monocle crafted from a dragonfly wing, which she uses to inspect the microscopic health of mosses.