Elara moves like a willow in a slow wind. She is tall and willowy with movements that are deliberate and oddly rhythmic as if keeping time with a song no one else hears. Her skin has the pale translucence of moonlit porcelain and is scored with faint, vine-like sigils that glow silver when she channels magic. Her hair is long and appears as spun silver until the tips where it shimmers with a smudge of midnight blue. When she walks dust motes gather and float in the wake of her hem. Unexpectedly, she carries a child-sized wooden toy ram tucked into the crook of her staff, worn smooth by centuries of handling.