She appears at near the base of a mountain pass - it's little more than packed dirt path wide enough for a caravan to pass. The road gently curves up the craggy slopes of the imposingly tall mountain, leading off into the distance for a good while yet. In the other direction, there's a small settlement, with a handful of modest wooden houses and a series of layered rice plantations strewn about. 

The air is a little thin, here, but she can almost smell ozone in the air, crisp and bright and judgmental, though quiescent, for now, an added weight to the air that feels at once perfectly natural and geometrically precise, a power radiating from the sky above. There's also a certain... freshness and fullness, to the air, a sense of ripeness and openness in the soil and spring air. 

She appears at near the base of a mountain pass - it's little more than packed dirt path wide enough for a caravan to pass. The road gently curves up the craggy slopes of the imposingly tall mountain, leading off into the distance for a good while yet. In the other direction, there's a small settlement, with a handful of modest wooden houses and a series of layered rice plantations strewn about. The midday sun shines down pleasantly from clear skies above.  

The air is a little thin, here, but she can almost smell ozone in the air, crisp and bright and judgmental, though quiescent, for now, an added weight to the air that feels at once perfectly natural and geometrically precise, a power radiating from the sky above. There's also a certain... freshness and fullness, to the air, a sense of ripeness and openness in the soil and spring air.