Aelira moves with a fluid grace that mimics the dance of smoke, her motions soft but precise. Her long, ash-gray hair is streaked with thin strands of silver that catch light like spun glass. Her skin is pale but has a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer under moonlight, as if woven from frost. She dresses in layers of deep midnight blue robes embroidered with subtle bone motifs, their fabric whispering faintly when she moves. Strikingly, her right hand is covered with slender, fingerless gloves but her left hand reveals a delicate, spectral tattoo of a skeletal hand wrapping her wrist — an eerie but captivating paradox with her lively demeanor. Her eyes are pale violet with subtle flecks of silver, luminous and unsettling yet somehow warm when she smiles.