Elowen moves with the ethereal grace of a forest spirit yet bears the innocent clumsiness of childhood. Her honey-blonde hair curls wildly around her head like a halo, often glinting faintly with a pearlescent shimmer reminiscent of a unicorn’s mane. Her eyes are a crystalline pale lavender, large and wistful, with a glimmer of ancient wisdom far beyond her years. She wears a simple white tunic embroidered with faint silver runes that catch light as she moves, and soft leather sandals dusted in fine forest moss. Her presence is both comforting and disquieting, like a child who carries the weight of a thousand prayers but still laughs at the smallest wonders. Unexpectedly, she has a faint spiral-shaped birthmark on her right palm, glowing subtly when she channels divine magic.