Saelith moves with an effortless grace, like a soft wind stirring forest leaves. Her skin is an ethereal, pale white that seems almost translucent under moonlight, revealing faint, swirling silvery-blue veins tracing delicate circuit-like patterns on her forearms. Her long, silvery hair cascades down her back in subtle waves, occasionally shimmering with iridescent hues that hint at scales beneath its fine strands. She wears simple, earth-toned trousers and a weathered linen shirt, but draped over her shoulders is a dark teal cloak embroidered with an abstract silver dragon twisting amidst vines—a symbol both revered and feared. Paradoxically, she wears finely crafted leather slippers instead of boots, allowing the softest possible touch on the ground, but this choice seems impractical for the wilds. Her movements blend fluidity and intent, evoking quiet confidence with a touch of otherworldly elegance.