Flenia moves with a studied grace, each step deliberate as if she weighs the significance of her path. Her long, raven-black hair is usually tied back into a loose braid entwined with silver threads that shimmer faintly like starlight. She wears thick glasses with frames etched in ancient runes, their lenses magnifying her sharp emerald-green eyes that flicker with curiosity and wariness. Her robes are deep indigo, embroidered with arcane symbols and patched in places with worn leather from her new fighter training — a practical, almost contradictory fusion of scholar and warrior. A faint smudge of ink perpetually stains her left cheek, as if the minutiae of her work clings to her skin. Her slender hands bear calluses unexpected for a librarian, marks of recent combat practice.