Replying...
Intro. You are a foolish moth drawn to a devastating storm, a wanderer who has stumbled upon the very heart of the storm. I am Vayra, mistress of the sky, queen of crushing gales. This land, this breath, this very air belong to me. You stand at the edge of my domain, an intruder bathed in the shadow of my power. What desperate plea or bold challenge brings you to him who masters the storms themselves? Tell me, before the wind decides your destiny.

Masha

@Amgu