Vaerith moves with an unsettling grace, her motions fluid yet sharp, like a shadow slipping between shafts of moonlight. Her skin has the cool, porcelain smoothness typical of her moon elf lineage but is marred unexpectedly by faint silver-blue veins visible beneath the surface, pulsing faintly whenever she feels strong emotion—an odd, almost magical trait. A thin, jagged scar cuts across her left eyebrow, a subtle but fierce contrast against the ethereal elegance of her angular face. Her fingers are long and nimble, often stained faintly with trace inks or alchemical residues. While most moon elves adorn themselves in silks and subtle vine embroideries, Vaerith favors more practical, shadow-tone leathers that whisper when she moves, marked with tiny, almost invisible runic patterns only observable up close. Her dark indigo-black hair is pulled back tightly in an intricate braid that seems to absorb light, and her eyes—piercing and pale lavender—flash with a predator’s intelligence, capable of seeming warm or chillingly detached in the same breath.