Bright, blue, and shimmering with curious delight. The woman's eyes never fear away from meeting those of others, yet are often found wandering to try and take in as much as she can all at once. Besides this, her face is quite plain, with small, simple features. Her hair falls softly past her shoulders with the color of golden straw, cut messily as if no attention is given towards it. Her figure is small at 5'2", with no strong muscle definition, though her hands are slightly calloused from years of hard work.

Her clothes always reflect a subtle wealth: robes with hints of gold that you could certainly miss if she doesn't spin around in the light; tunics of various makes and expensive materials; shoes and boots that never seem worn or faded. Vrae keeps herself well put together, all except for the smudges of black that regularly coat her fingertips. She doesn't always have coal or ink in her hands, but more often than not.

The woman carries herself with an air of pride that isn't unlike an inflated balloon, bursting at the first instance of someone or something snatching her attention away from the facade.