Thunder, high and holy, vibrating through the earth in a song so ancient that even Caido has forgotten its name.
Thunder like hoofbeats, like heartbeats, like wardrums, echoing, reverberating in wild circles, higher and lower and louder and louder and
Gone.
"Sweet merchant." Her voice sounds like honeysuckle, like the smell of grass after a storm. All around her the will-o-wisps dance and cluster, lending her ample figure a warm glow.
With hair like fire and eyes as deep and hot as molten gold, she is Longheat incarnate. She is Rae's breath and Vi's tempest. She is fey, and yet she is Fae.
"You have forgotten one, Ianto."
Sum of all, and by them, driven
To conquer every mountain shown