A sleek silhouette silently strides into the lithospere as golden mirrors take in the umbra. Obsidians slice and tear at the soil, leaving it scarred. Crest arched, Visage held high, nymph seems to glide to a stop. Nassel passages flare, scenting the wind. Onyx whipcords caress slender pillars as she o' the fairer issues a soft call, announcing her magnificent presence here.
