For such a small woman Gweneddel cuts an imposing figure, fueled largely by her otherworldly appearance.  Physically she seems to be not entirely there, her body transparent and her wings apparently composed entirely of  shadow.  Despite the ethereal darkness she presents her whole form subtly sparkles every now and then, the effect more like twinkling stars rather than anything dependent on light.  The whites of her eyes are a solid red and have a very liquid appearance, while the irises are a darker shade.  The woman gives off a faint chill in close proximity, clearly necromantic in nature for those who  are familiar with such things.  Her face possesses a statuesque quality, and not in a good way.  Every pleasant gesture and expression is as lacking in warmth as her body, as if they were nothing more than a mockery of real emotion.