Sawtooth Spire light be sinister

It was freeing, to be so close to the storm. From here she was close to the skies, the stars, the chaos of the storm; everything was below her. Where it belonged. Eshe's proud head did not lower when she was addressed. In the darkness the male strides forth and Eshe's teeth were a flash beneath the storm - a warning to him. Small she might be, but, she would not be broken. "Eshe FeralHeart." She stated the name with pride, every syllable measured and weighed before it was spoken. "What are you doing here?" She asked instead, because she had taken no refuge and had not hidden away from the storm itself. 

"It called me." She offered simply, and whatever he decided to state in response would make it all the easier for her to take the measurement of the man before her. He was an impressive looking sort, but, it would not tell her much until he was no longer the drowned thing that he was. She was not her usual resplendent self after all, soaked to her bone with only the lightning to display her - he would no doubt see her in a different light once the storm had passed and the skies had broken.