Thalia appears as a diminutive, childlike warforged no taller than 4 feet, with a delicate, almost porcelain doll-like silhouette crafted from iridescent bronzed steel and brass. Their surface is polished but interspersed with exposed gears, gears softly ticking and shifting beneath translucent shell panels that reveal a rhythmic heartbeat of intricate cogs inside. Their mechanical wings sprout from shoulder blades—small, intricate, and ornately filigreed—too fragile and undersized to carry their weight, fluttering more for show and subtle balance than true flight. Their head is crowned with fine copper filigree shaped like branches, framing an expressionless face whose smooth metallic features contrast with eyes of vibrant, pulsing blue light that softly dim and brighten with emotion. Despite their mechanical nature, Thalia’s movements are fluid, graceful, and deliberate, with occasional twitching fingers or the subtle whir of servos, creating an uncanny blend of childlike wonder and cold clockwork precision. Unexpectedly, they emit a soft, barely audible humming lullaby only audible in complete silence, giving an eerie but innocent aspect to their presence.