Vaeril moves with a sinuous grace, their lithe form cloaked in midnight blue leather stitched with silver thread that faintly shimmers like starlight. Their translucent wings, faintly iridescent and patterned like fractured glass, fold tightly behind their back, sometimes fluttering when anxious or excited. Their silvery hair falls unevenly to their shoulders, occasionally flicking nervously but always catching the light with a subtle cold glow. Unexpectedly, their left eye is a deep molten gold, contrasting sharply with the other, a piercing violet that sometimes flickers like flame when focused, suggesting latent arcane power. Their gait blends studied elegance with an unpredictable twitch, as if always prepared to vanish or strike.