Leaves swirl around her. She becomes the centre of the eddying wind, the sudden focus of the world.
No longer just a passing stranger, she is transformed:
A hidden princess – no, too old, too lined: a queen – discovering the truth and power of her ancient, Elven lineage. A web of invisible arcana reaches out from her, pushing at reality.
She is transformed:
Her dabblings in arch-diablerie catch up with her and the demons she thought contained dance about her, stirring up the leaves, cackling, unseen by everyone else.
The wind shifts again, she walks on, once more just another passerby.