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

With ardour did the wind alight upon their pelts – he prowled ominously upon that peak, and the gales appeared almost to plunge, as though a thousand birds dove down from their begrimed roosts to inaugurate a maelstrom amongst the clouds. An airy, yet potent wind it was, ignited with the sinistrous vitality of nature itself. Less a breeze, more a breath; perhaps the world itself was vigoured. He felt it malaxate the fur upon his face, his chest, his spine. It tousled his fallen crown and with a soundless incline of his chin, the silencer landed a glacial stare upon the fiery woman – incandescent in her demeanour.

"You and me both, then." Their intentions with such command he doubted were equal, yet minds could be alike without mirror. To her greeting, he offered in a resonant tongue --

"Aries – I follow none."