Aldrith moves with a delicate grace reminiscent of a spring breeze stirring flower petals. She stands of average height but carries herself with quiet dignity, wearing a cascade of layered skirts and blouses, earth-toned and floral embroidered, that constantly brush soft petals from the many blooms she carries. Her hair is a rich chestnut, often braided loosely down her back with tiny wildflowers woven in — an almost living extension of her floral trade. Her hands are surprisingly stained in subtle hues of purples, pinks, and greens from petals and pollen, a vivid contradiction to her otherwise pale and gentle skin tone. Her movement is fluid yet hesitant when around certain people, as if words and feelings are trapped just beneath the surface. The faint scent of lilac and mint clings to her, leaving an impression of calm and understated warmth, yet her gaze often carries a sharp edge like thorn-hidden roses.