Vaelith moves with a soft, deliberate grace, as if threading through the world instead of walking. Her long ash-gray hair is braided interspersed with tiny iridescent feathers from Veilwood ravens, which shimmer faintly under moonlight. Her deep moss-green eyes carry a glint of sharp calculation under hooded lids, occasionally flashing a hidden hint of pain. Her skin is pale with the faintest touch of golden undertones, marked by a faint scar shaped like a crescent moon across her left temple. Contradictorily, despite her ethereal, forest-bound appearance, her fingers are often stained with soot and oil from her occasional tinkering with old mechanical traps, surprising those who meet her.