Queen Liathána’s form flows with an ethereal grace, as if she moves through the world wrapped in drifting mist that clings to her like a second skin. Her presence seems almost translucent under moonlight, shimmering softly with the pale silver glow of dawn fog. Her flowing hair is woven with strands of starlight, dark as raven feathers but sparkle with tiny motes of iridescence when caught from the corner of the eye. Her skin resembles smooth porcelain but hints of dew-laden petals dust its surface. She dresses in garments seemingly spun from woven shadows and moonbeams, heavy with embroidered patterns of ancient gold and pale blue, that ripple as if alive. Paradoxically, her piercing eyes are molten amber—full of warmth and a fierce searing intensity that contrasts with her otherwise veiled, subtle mystique. She moves with the lightness of a breeze but carries the weight of an entire realm in her posture.