Do you remember what it was like to dance?

Telivinia possesses the graceful features of the elven race. A slender jaw sits atop a long and slender neck almost avian in proportion. Her long limbs are refined and elegant, her bust modest and pert, figure petite and hued the pale blue of the Faerunuan moon elf. Lighter still are two eyes the color of ancient glaciers.

But those eyes of hers are too large, either by birth or because of the bugged stare she regards the world with. A nervous smell lingers around her and jerky movements expose the lie of grace that her figure provides. Light glints off of her inky hair not with a smooth luster or glow, but the shine one expects from wet ringlets that cling close to her temples.