Slender high elf with silver hair coiled into an immaculate bun held by golden star-shaped pins. Deep blue ceremonial robes embroidered with minute golden constellations ripple like water when she moves. Wire-frame spectacles with a faint blue glow sit slightly askew on a narrow nose; runes crawl along the frames when she reads. She carries a polished wooden staff topped with a carved crystal star that hums softly in libraries and goes silent in profane places. Her fingers are ink-stained and always carry a scrap of parchment or a quill. Despite age, she moves with sure, measured steps and an unhurried grace. Unexpected detail: her left shoe is slightly scuffed and patched with a mismatched piece of dragonhide — a pragmatic touch at odds with her ceremonial bearing.