[i]The darkened afternoon skies would glow with a brilliant light, as if an aurora borealis had shone throughout the thick clouds. A whirlwind would swirl in front of Lilly, as a figurine of frost and slate would arise, standing at seven feet in height. It would look down, kneeling and bending it's head forth towards Lilly.[/i] "[u]My lady.[/u]" [i]That was all that Boral would mutter.[/i]