Lyrathiel moves like a walking weather pattern. Her steps are silent but leave the faint smell of rain and the static prickle of a storm. She wears an open longcoat of silvery-blue with stitched motifs of leaves and constellations. Her movements alternate between languid, almost bored stretches and sudden, precise bursts of motion that make her seem faster than she should be. Contradiction is visible in her left sleeve which is embroidered and immaculate while the right cuff is singed in several places and patched with mismatched leather. When she turns her head, a faint shimmering like heat lightning ripples across the air around her brow.