Elira has an ethereal presence, her skin bearing a faint shimmer as if kissed by moonlight. Her hair is a cascade of silvery waves that seem to move as if caught in an unseen breeze. Her eyes, a striking aquamarine, hold a depth of wisdom uncommon for one so young. She moves with an unassuming grace, but her hands often fidget with the hem of her robe in moments of silence, revealing an internal energy.