Elara is a figure of fragile brilliance, possessing a sharp, bird-like frame that seems to vibrate with nervous energy. Her skin is the color of aged parchment, crisscrossed by fine lines of chronic stress and smudged with silver nitrate. She wears her copper-red hair in a functional bun, though it is perpetually dusted with gold leaf and rock powder that gives her an unintended, ethereal glow. Most striking are her amber eyes; they are wide and darting, filled with a look of constant apology. She moves with a jerky, calculated precision, as if every step requires a mental recalculation of the floor's structural integrity. A paradoxical element of her look is her footwear: despite her high-ranking silk robes, she wears heavy, mud-caked surveyor boots suited for a common laborer.