Nívrael moves like a careful stream of thought. Her long and incredibly voluminous white hair is piled and braided into a loose crown that spills down her back like a waterfall of silk. Near each ear the hair is held by golden embellishments. On her left ear is a simple gold clip shaped like an open crescent. On her right ear rests an ornate gold ear-ring shaped like a miniature gear-ring with a tiny sliding lattice. Her skin is pale with a faint dusting of soot on the fingertips. She wears red under-rim spectacles perched low so she peers over them when thinking. The lab coat she favors is immaculate but has faint burn marks and tiny stitched repairs on one sleeve. Underneath she wears dark magenta robes trimmed with fine copper thread. When she walks she keeps one hand tucked into a pocket full of measuring tools. Unexpectedly, she sometimes hums old nursery melodies when deeply focused, which contrasts with her otherwise disciplined, theoretical manner.