A towering air genasi woman with an almost weightless presence, Myra seems to occupy several inches of air above the floor rather than stand upon it. Her pale, pearlescent blue skin has the soft sheen of wet porcelain, but tiny sparks crawl beneath it like trapped fireflies. Long translucent hair streams constantly around her head in a slow, invisible updraft, lifting papers, ribbons, and loose threads whenever she becomes agitated. Her silver-threaded robes ripple as though she is walking through deep water, while her heavy brass grounding bracers drag visibly at her forearms and leave faint green stains on her skin. She moves in restless arcs, never quite taking the shortest path between two points. Despite her ethereal beauty, she has callused hands, chipped nails, and a blunt iron toe-cap on one boot, giving the impression of a celestial figure who has spent years repairing machinery in cramped tunnels.