Elowen possesses the willow-thin grace typical of her kin, but it is hardened by the dense muscle of a laborer. Her skin is a pale cream color, though her hands and forearms are perpetually stained with the dark gray of soot and coal. She carries herself with a rigid, military posture that melts into fluid, rhythmic movements when she picks up a hammer. Her hair is a striking silver-white, kept in a functional braid bound with copper wire. The most startling feature is the contrast between her expensive violet silk clothing and the heavy, singed leather apron she refuses to take off even when hosting tea.