Selin moves like wind through reeds, a quiet, deliberate glide that makes other people notice the gaps in a room. Her skin is pale with a faint luminous dusting along the temples that seems to flare when she studies complex equations. Her hair is long, silver with threads of pale violet, worn braided across her crown and pinned with small glass lenses and a single carved moonstone. Her robes are layered: an outer coat of slate-blue woven silk patterned with subtle runic filigree, beneath which is a high-collared vest of deep green embroidered with the sigil of Misty Vale. She often carries a leather satchel of vellum and a slim oaken staff topped with a lens that rotates when she speaks. Unexpected element: tucked into the inside fold of her sleeve is a small, battered child's wooden horse she refuses to part with and taps absentmindedly when making decisions.