Thalenna looks like a woodland saint who has been dragged through every thorn patch in the Towering Wood. Her movements are quiet and deliberate, but never graceful in the courtly sense. She leans forward as she walks, as if listening to the roots beneath the soil, and her bare feet rarely seem to press down on leaves. Her face is fine-boned and weather-browned, with a narrow scar running from her left temple to the corner of her mouth. Small green leaves grow naturally from the ends of her hair during spring and autumn. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: they are broad, callused, and stained permanently black at the fingertips, like a charcoal worker's, despite her otherwise delicate elven features. She leaves people with the impression of a calm person standing one breath away from becoming a storm.