All burning sun and twilight, the pheonix strides. Her long legs carrying her past the yawning expanse of rolling golden sands and into lush earth of emerald greens. The wandering priestess had not yet ventured the great palace walls of water, fern and moss, only admiring at some great distance. Beyond the hot and expansive wastes of the canyon and dunes, it was a little slice of paradise to behold.

She came now in order to delve into its chambers, explore into some of its secrets and precisely, to hunt for runes at her god's bidding.

Pheonix had not of course accounted for this territory to actually belong to someone. There was but three in a vast land. A land of much water and mist. Still, Pheonix Rising did smell it. Someone lived here even if they hardly yet held the numbers to support this claim.

The priestess errored on caution and so skirted around the outskirts of the territory, seeking out any signs of the familiar blue glow or humms which had guided her paths before.