Telysia stands with an alert, dancer's poise, her movements at once graceful and jerky, as though carried by phantom breezes. Her skin bears a faint shimmer like dew clinging to moonlit grass, layered with faint silvery radial scars running down her forearms. Her flaxen hair is kept in an intricate braid laced with rune-etched copper wire, but there’s almost always a streak of bright ink or chalk dust across her cheek. Her left ear is severely notched, in contrast to the right which is adorned by a half-dozen tiny, mismatched jewels. Her eyes are far too bright a violet, glimmering with flecks of gold; when she is lost in thought, pale blue motes flicker above her brow.