Vaelisandra possesses the tall, willow-thin grace of her kin, but her skin has the dry, yellowish texture of ancient vellum. Her hair is a shocking shock of ember-orange shot through with strands of cold silver, usually tied back in a severe, complex braid held by bronze pins. Her amber eyes are sharp and clinical, often magnified behind a floating, sapphire-rimmed monocle. She moves with a stiff, calculated rhythm, as if she is navigating an invisible grid of geometric lines. Contradicting her aristocratic bearing and fine silks, she wears a pair of heavily worn, mud-caked leather boots of the sort used by turnip farmers, which she refuses to clean or replace.