Off in the distance, there's a light, soft sound, not unlike a wordless song. Ahead of them, a swarm of tiny, blueish-silver motes of light rushes past them, winding its way deeper into the forest, where it whips up snow and leaves to form the glimmering shape of a human woman.

She's long-haired and gentle-featured, with what may be robes or may simply be formlessness, and possessed of a gentle, pleasant smile. In many ways, she looks more like something out of a fairytale than anything else.

She raises one hand towards them, an indication that they should come closer.