Lysandra is a vision of youthful exuberance, possessing a curvaceous, hourglass figure that she proudly displays in tailored Taldane silks. Her skin is the color of fresh cream and smells of expensive jasmine and old parchment. She has a tumble of platinum blonde curls that cascade past her shoulders, often messy from long nights of study. Her eyes are a startling, bright cornflower blue that seem to sparkle with genuine interest in whoever she is speaking to. She moves with a bouncy, rhythmic step that suggests she is always hearing a melody. An unexpected element of her look is her heavy, ink-stained leather satchel and the utilitarian, mud-caked hiking boots she wears beneath her fine lace skirts, a testament to her habit of sneaking into forbidden ruins.