Aureth is statuesque and luminous, with the stillness of a cathedral bell and the motion of a jeweler's hand. Her skin has a pale pearlescent sheen like hammered moon-silver, but when she laughs it warms with a faint rose-gold glow. Her hair falls in long, lacquered ropes of white and black interwoven, each braid tipped with tiny metal rings that chime softly when she turns. Her eyes look like polished amber set with sparks of starfire, severe at first glance, then startlingly kind once focused on a maker's hands. She wears formal layered robes of midnight velvet and hammered gold thread, yet beneath the embroidered hems are practical travel boots dusted with road clay. Her hands are exquisitely delicate, stained faintly by ink, lampblack, and the blue patina of old metals, as if she cannot decide whether she is priest, artisan, or smith.