Saelya Nightshade

Appearance
Her silver-white eyes are usually narrowed in focus, elongated blue eyebrows furrowed as she would around. Her sight is keen, much like a hawk carefully watching. Observing both her surroundings and the objects within it. However, her pupils seemed to be rather shrouded. Though taking in even the tiniest detail, it seemed that her thoughts strayed elsewhere, lost in an abyss of memories or ideas of what was to come.

Her face was pale, her skin not even the tiniest bit sunkissed by the rays of sunlight. Dark purple markings scathed her face hooking in several areas like wings in flight. Her cheekbones not as sharp as an older kaldorei's, pronouncing her essence of youth within her. Upon further inspection, it is notable that upon her right cheek, there is a darkened part of her skin, as if it was a scar of a flame that scorched the side of her face.

Another notable factor was her extremely short height. If one was not intimidated by the least of her silent, hesitant approach, surely this didn't cause any uneasiness at all. For her rather tall ancestors, she was crumbling the foundation of the heritage. She marked around the height of a male human, abnormally short for her graceful race.

She wasn't exactly considered to be well fit, but she didn't necessarily have any pudge attached to her either. The druidess was slight, for she had a very unassuming physique, her thin body and short stature wrought upon her. A wisp of a kaldorei, usually mistaken for far less her age due to her low cheek bones and soft, smooth skin. Ectomorph at its best, her shoulders are not as broad as most would, resulting in a childish, nearly rectangular figure with a slightly flat chest.

Blue locks framed the side of her face, the scar obscurred by the shadows that casted from them. She outgrew the short cut hair from before, and now was brushing against her shoulders. The hair now appeared more kempt, the bottom of the strands no longer sloppy and uneven. If one was to run their hands through her hair, it could be found to be rough and quite thread-like. A feather is entertwined with the left bang, but that appeared to be the only lingering decoration in her hair. It itself was defined with beauty, the dark brown tints melding ever so slight into a blinding white at the tips, constrasting against the midnight blue tresses.

Casual
She is often seen wearing a robe of dark purples and browns, the colors melding together by the lightest tint of silver. It adorned her short  body with ease, fresh bandages almost always layering underneath her chestpiece. With her gloves, the kaldorei makes sure that her fingers are able to roam freely from leather, discovering that it is much easier to flip a page, write, or spell cast. Feathers and fur complemented her dark leather attire. A cloak is lazily draped, darkened piece dragging against the ground. It was quite dirty, for twigs and blades of grass liked to cling onto it.

As a weapon, Saelyla keeps a staff. It was twisted, thorns protruding out of the branch as it scarred the surface with their sharp tips. It did not seem crafted, looking as if it was picked off the ground somewhere. Grey bindings loop around the top of the staff, beneath the ancient skull. The vine snared the skull into a tight grip, fitting into the sockets then pulled to stay upon the object with ease. Light grey roses hung around the slightly cracked skull, sometimes shedding a single petal occasionally.

A book is usually set to her side, constricted by a belt to hold it in place.

Battle

When she is not in that attire, the druidess would be wearing a light-weight, leather set that easily fits her form. It was guided by many straps, the colors dyed in blues and browns to meld with most of Northern Kalimdor's forests. Fur hangs with ease from her spaulders and pants, gloves at the outer layer coating the light brown hairs. Teeth strap against her armor, whether it be on her belt or on the shoulder pads. A row of them go down from her thighs to the calves, where boots tied with dark, oak colored cloth keep the shoes in tact.

The weapon she keeps with her is one of pure stone, the blade cut to the sharpest edge. The weapon juts out with ease, and is easily 2/3rds the size of the druidess. Fur and several chains rigged with druidic patterns hang by the edge, allowing Saelyla to keep a soft balance if she was to swing it. Most of the time it rests on her sash slung across her back.

With Everything
The druidess adorned a necklace of sorts, the wooden thread flimsy enough to ensure both flexibility and strength. A pendant upon it was in several inches of diameter, carved in it being a bunch of little wooden trees to represent a forest upon the tiniest detail. Branches of the trees surrounded and enclosed around a crystal, which was the slightest bit opaque. Tints of amber resides in color, but that was about it. In the hollowed stone was the slightest movement, as if wind was trapped inside it. 'R' and 'S' were upon the back if one was to flip it, the initials locked together, entertwined.

She is also seen with a satchel that crosses her belt on the side. It is large enough to keep several seeds or possible gold and a small book within it.