Nova Peak with the moon in her hand

It was then he noticed that one of the moonbeams had landed, with a shift of cloud cover, in his precise direction. But was it spotlighting him? No. It was further down the mountain side, and as Chillborne looked down there he was met with a voice as cool as snow. He blinked his great eyes once, then saw her bathed in the moonslight. Siran. It is you. There was no surprise in his calm voice. One moment he registered that her being here was not expected, but the next moment he accepted that there was a kind of metaphysical poetry to her presence. That was why she stood in the moonlight.