The sultry Elf crosses the boundary of a silvery fog, her 'generous' feminine form bounces with delight as she steps forth, into a vastness of white. "This is interesting magic at work here," she cooed, her entrancing tone was curiously aroused by the neolithic chamber of white that seemed to stretch out endlessly. Her beautifully adorned falcon, Faroake, screeched in an alarmed manner, adjusting his dark wings; this room was literally ruffling up his feathers. "Shush... no need to worry my pet, all shall be well." she coaxed the animal, stroking it's feather's under it's chin while it perched upon her right shoulder padding. She looked about, and could sense something was going to happen soon. "Well then, let us prepare for what will be presented before us, Faroake." her voice soft and cool. Her great bow shifted it's weight on her back, and it was comforting to know she was going to be safe.