Thelia moves with effortless grace, each step fluid like a whispered melody, her tall, slender figure swathed in flowing gowns that shimmer like starlight. Her platinum-blonde hair cascades in delicate waves, framing an angular face with high cheekbones softened by a subtle scar running just beneath her left eye—a remnant of an accident long forgotten by most but treasured by her. Her emerald eyes hold both piercing intelligence and a fleeting glimmer of vulnerability. Surprisingly, despite her noble elegance, she often absentmindedly fingers a worn leather bracelet on her wrist, an odd, rough contrast to her polished appearance.