Vaelyra moves with a slow, purposeful grace, her every step seeming to hum faintly with otherworldly energy. Her pale ivory skin carries a subtle silvery-blue sheen under moonlight, reminiscent of the Ethereal Plane's mist. Her long, wavy hair starts in deep raven black but transitions through inky waves to a misty silver-white at the tips — like night melting into dawn fog. She often braids strands back in intricate patterns to keep them controlled for rituals or travel. Her eyes are strikingly mismatched: her right eye is a cold opalescent silver that glimmers faintly when she senses spiritual energy, while her left eye is a muted violet-gray, somber and reflective. Moving closer, one sees faint glowing celestial script entwined across her collarbones and shoulders, pulsating softly when she channels divine magic. When casting, the veins along her forearms glow dimly with soft white and blue light, giving her a ghostly but calming aura. She wears layered, dark charcoal robes with silver embroidery that catch the light like morning frost, and under them, leather wrappings for long walks in the wilderness. Despite her ethereal beauty, there is a somber weight in her presence, a contradiction between gentleness toward the living and an unflinching acceptance of death’s inevitability.