The Sunspire looks like we're in for nasty weather

"Of course," Rannoch replied with a nod. "I've seen for myself what you're capable of, and I want to help you achieve your true potential," she had already proved herself to be a skilled warrior. "I believe in you, Cassiopeia." 

He turned from her for a moment, to observe the torrential weather that transpired in the distance—his posture perked as he watched with interest. In a way, Cassiopeia was like the unexpected weather—she struck as fiercely as the lightning in the distance. 

"Just so you know," Rannoch began, his eyes still trained on the spectacle, "Your mother and Seabreeze are not enemies of Sunspire. Should they ever visit, they will be welcomed."