Towers of cloud and basalt fused into a living silhouette taller than a keep. Her torso is veined with molten skyglass that pulses with cobalt and storm-amber light. When she moves the thunder follows like a tired animal, rolling and pausing as though listening. Her hair is a waterfall of spray and ionized mist that flickers with distant lightning. Unexpectedly, she wears a child's braided leather bracelet bound with a single polished shell on one wrist, small and out of scale with her bulk, and she speaks to it as if it answers.