Vaelira moves with a serpentine grace, gliding through crowds rather than walking. Her skin is a deep, almost oily shade of obsidian black, faintly reflecting light as if dusted with stardust. Wisps of silver-blue smoke occasionally curl from the tips of her long, curling horns, a subtle, unnatural artifact of her patron's lingering presence. Her eyes glow faintly amber in darkness but soften to a golden hazel in light. Her lips are a muted violet, contrasting sharply with the charcoal darkness of her skin. She wears layered, midnight-blue silks embroidered with arcane sigils in iridescent thread that seem to shift when viewed from different angles, both elegant and unsettling. Despite her slender, willowy frame, there is an unexpected bulk around her shoulders and arms, a secret reserve of strength contradicting her delicate appearance.