Sunspire Mountains And should the sky be filled with fire and smoke

The woman's aura was that of puissant regality. Such soundless empowerment led her gestures, leaning into the breeze as though it might simply bolster her along into the sky's embrace. Such vivacity in her posture, a pelage of sunsets and charcoal - he harmonized her in vigour, yet shared none of the enthusiasm.

A distant memory had stirred during his soundless observation, slithering into focus - of Tundra, the ivory shield-maiden, poised in rumination at the verge of the ridge. The refinement of her nimble disposition and the silent eloquence in which she commanded, the wordless power he felt matched his own. Where she led her steps now, the silencer could not discern. The vision began to fade, and eyes of luminiferious silver pierced the veil between the two strangers; he looked upon her with mild curiousity.

"You stand as though you command nature itself."