Hair like crimson flame, eyes rivalling the hue of freshly cut emerald, skin as fair as the golden-brown sands that tease Eversongs shore; this Priestess hints the radiant splendour of all Sin’dorei. Modest, Aerlynn covers herself where appropriate seeming to care for others opinions about what example her skin should be on display. A lavish and long robe, embroidered with delicate stitching hosts her thin frame and sandals made from the finest dried-reed-cut dedicate her ankles with comfort.

The Priestess hints an array of melancholy, phrase of sober grace keeps this pitiful sadness in check when spoken to; for then she will smile politely and appear to bear her kindness on her sleeve.

A scent of honey and orchid lingers whenever she is close by.