Small in stature, but with too much personal magnetism to ignore, Alýeda moves through the world on the back of a sly wink and a cryptic smile. Her face is a smooth oval in finest ivory, with features as dainty as she is petite. Long, dark tresses cascade behind her and seem, at times, to move in wind that doesn't blow. Her conduct, likewise, gives her a dreamlike, ephemeral quality that only the mind's eye can see.  She has dropped all indicators of station familiar to the Remnant.

  She dresses simply, though not plainly: no one really dresses like that anymore, outside of a religious order. Her bone-white robes have wide, loose sleeves, hemmed in black for the final handspan. The cloth conceals her feet but does not quite sweep the floor, so long as her posture remains perfectly upright. The material is thicker than it is heavy, and the lavender sash pulls it in to create a subtly feminine silhouette regardless of what her figure might actually be. Alýeda wears her hair loose to fall down her back, though decorative braids scattered about still hold the hairsticks carved as the Dreamers' symbol: a nightingale and a tree frog.