Tall and shapely, but subtly unworldly, this elf is an uncomfortable alloy of sensory attraction and ethereal aspects that instinctively trigger revulsion.

Where it is seen, her fair blue skin is pale near to translucency.  She has the gait of a woman with impossible grace sheared down to merely impressive levels by perpetual fatigue.  Her voice is a cooing, unhurried song to hear.  And her eyes, most mysterious of all, seem to always be veiled - and yet, this does not seem at all to impede her perception of the world around her.

The thin fabrics which shroud her in a half-hearted modesty are often clinging to her, soaked through; yet they are not silk, or any other easily discernible textile.

Her intentions, like her features, are perpetually veiled.