Sylithra moves with a calculated grace, the soft swish of her shimmering azure dress clutching at her thighs just above her knee. Her platinum blonde hair falls in a waterfall of glossy waves, contrasting sharply with the sharp angles of her lace-up thigh-high stiletto boots, the glossy leather almost too unyielding for the fluidity of her movements. Her blue eyes, bright and piercing, seem to flicker with an inner arcane light. Unexpectedly, her smooth skin occasionally pulses faintly with ethereal runes glowing beneath the surface, visible only in twilight or under magical light. She carries an air at once ethereal and commanding, simultaneously inviting and distant, with the faintest scent of ozone trailing her passage.