The tall, willowy elven woman has the ageless appearance of her race, but though her hair is bright gold and her ivory face smooth-skinned, she does not seem
to be young. There are imperfections in her features that keep her from being honestly described as a beauty - dark green eyes that are perhaps slightly too
wide, the lower lip that is a little too full - but she has a pleasant face and a charming manner. A long scar runs along the right side of her body, a
physical memory etched into her flesh.
Elanara, or Elaan, has what might appear as an odd habit of wearing all white. Her gown, cloak, boots, belt, and even the pearly comb in her hair are all the
same pure white color. Those familiar with elven culture would know that this is the color of mourning, and those who know her personally would know that she
still grieves for her husband, dead these past ten eras.