Sylithra moves with a feline grace, her slender figure flowing through forest shadows like a wisp of wind among leaves. Her skin carries the soft texture of mossy bark, matte with occasional faint patterns resembling lichen that subtly glimmer under moonlight. Her hair is a silken cascade of deep green interwoven with stray silver strands, often braided with delicate forest blossoms that never wilt. Her eyes are an unsettling pale violet, seeming to flicker like distant stars when caught by light. Unexpectedly, her right arm is wrapped from wrist to elbow in intricate silver filigree tattoos that glow faintly when casting, a stark contrast to her otherwise naturalistic appearance. When she stands still, her presence feels both serene and sharply alert — like a calm before a thunderstorm.