Vaelithra moves with a sinuous grace, her slender frame cloaked in a shifting shawl of dark mist that seems almost alive. Her ashen-gray skin is a smooth canvas marked by faint glowing veins like silver filigree beneath her surface, pulsing softly when she channels magic. Her long, silvery-black hair falls in waves, contrasting sharply with piercing amethyst eyes rimmed with charcoal lashes. Unexpectedly, her smile reveals slightly pointed canine teeth reminiscent of a predator, yet her voice is silky and gentle. She wears dark, layered robes woven with threads that shimmer like starlight, embroidered with eldritch sigils. When she moves, the hem of her robes releases whispered echoes, as if the fabric itself remembers forgotten words.