This is an interpretation of how the Air Lords and Ladies may look. Their descriptions are listed below:Formed of the woven West Winds, Haelor is a proud winged figure of towering height. His insubstantial form shifts and alters with the changing passage of the breezes, motes of dust streaming through the twirling winds to give some shape to his features. His are temperate currents, neither cold nor hot; the strength of the winds varies, sometimes gusting with greater force, sometimes dropping to only a whisper of air. His eyes are soft green in colour, curiously distinct in his changeful face.This imposing Air Lord is composed of powerful gusts of wind perpetually in motion. Currents of air combine into an icily angular form, glittering with motes of ice and lacings of frost. Piercing eyes of fierce, icy blue light are set into the harsh planes of Zeforos's face, never closed, never blinking. His towering frame is strikingly symmetrical in its patterns, the swirling winds echoing the memories of perfect crystalline logic. A shrieking tempest tears around him in a violent cyclone,a permanent entourage of glacial cold and whipping shards of ice.Intense, bone-dry heat radiates from Pashi, Lady of the South Wind. A being of angular form and logical symmetry, her imposingly tall, slender frame is composed  of drifts of shifting air. Dry, hot breezes shimmer around her, twisting in a spiralling aerial display glittering with motes of red light. Her eyes are flickering orbs of yellow, fierce and intent. Eddies of air clothe her form in a sweeping robe, glowing with a faint radiance of ever-changing hue. The air around her ripples and shimmers with the ceaseless, blistering heat.This gentle lady is a being of the breezes, her slender figure composed of tendrils of the softest winds. Tiny points of white and silver light ride along with the twirling currents of air, shaping Vasha's winged form. She is imposingly tall, but particularly thin, even delicate in appearance. She is clothed in a sweeping, airy gown of soft white light, with a circlet of silvery motes adorning her head. Her eyes are a soft blue glow. Her entourage of shifting winds is laced with a subtle, soothing fragrance, fresh and clear. - By Aeral