Kael Veyr looks like a storm that learned to walk upright, with an athletic frame honed by fencing hay bales, hauling feed sacks, and sprinting fence lines after dusk. His white hair is medium length, messy, and always seems one sharp gust away from falling into his face, while soft blond ear fluff fringes a pair of white rabbit ears that flick constantly at distant sounds. His right eye is a clear blue, his left eye is a blood red with a black sclera, giving him a stare that feels cold even when he is trying to be kind. He wears a red and black plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, blue jeans dusted with old soil, and scuffed work boots repaired so often they have become a patchwork of leather and wax. The unexpected thing about him is how careful and neat his hands are, with clean nails, a healer's touch, and a habit of folding his sleeves as if he were preparing for church instead of violence.