Mira is a small halfling with a springy, almost dance-like grace in her steps that belie her advanced years. Her face is quilted with delicate wrinkles that twinkle when she smiles, framed by a wild mop of silvery curls threaded with tiny braided vines and colorful feathers. Her eyes, a piercing bright emerald green, seem sharper than most halflings less than a dozen years her senior. She often wears layered flowing garments sewn from soft moss greens and earthen browns, embroidered with intricate leaf patterns that shimmer faintly as if alive. Strangely, despite her ancient age, her entire left arm is covered in smooth bark-like skin that faintly pulses with a slow inner glow, a lingering remnant of a deep magical bond she formed long ago with the forest spirits. This contradictory blend of sprightly youth in movement and arboreal hardness in flesh makes Mira unforgettable at a glance.