Bright the day. I'm not Tayledras, though I have been mistaken for it constantly, and so use the greeting. I have been recorded in the writing entitled "Lady of Spirits," but only vaguely. It is me, yes, but I have relinquished control of the _vrondi_. If you haven't had the opportunity to read that tale, I shall explain what I look like.
I am tall, but deceptively frail. Despite the fact I don't look capable of cutting my own meat, I am very strong, physically. I have long, milk-white hair that reaches to my hips. I generally braid the front parts, and tie those parts back. My hair doesn't often tangle, despite its length. I have dark blue eyes the color of the western horizon just after sunset. I can, have, and will bewitch people with them.
I do have standard outfits. By preference, I only wear dark silver. Far from washing me out, this color generally makes me look like a solidified ghost. I wear doeskin pants to my ankles, under a swirling silk skirt that reaches to just above my knees. I wear a tightly laced bodice over a silken shirt. Like I said, I prefer dark silver, but I do wear colors on occasion, generally when I'm at an event where I need to impress. The other colors I wear are gold, the colors of sunset, and a dark blue.
No matter what I wear, I am armed. I have daggers in my calf-high boots, that people seldom see until they're imbedded in their skin. I wear a long knife belted at my waist, a thumblength short of being a sword. When I'm in the wilderness, I have a bow and quiver at my back. I am adept in all, as well as in the magics of the air.
I have fallen in love once in all my lives, and I do not know what became of him after that lifetime. I do know that I generally shun the company of people. In fact, most company, save for that of my Grove-born Companion, Danae. She is immortal, but I have been reborn. I don't generally announce myself as a Herald at the Collegium, though. I am one of Valdemar's hidden guards, one who likes her privacy.