A loud voice boomed through the mountains, yet Valia was not easily intimidated. She was a being of pure fire. And not just any type of fire, no, she was made of the first fire. The fire of all creation, while she mostly hid her presence and powers, she knew that this dragon, this child of the void, was strong enough to smell at least a whiff of her power.
So there was no reason on holding back her true powers. The snow around her seemed to melt, the rock under her foots disintegrated into nothingness and Valia walked on thin air.
Nevira would feel the primal power flow from the small stature. She was powerful, as powerful as she was ancient. And Valia was there since the beginning of time.
"It is I, Valia Inferum, sentinel of the first fire," she started to make her introductions, each step she took caused more rock to disintegrate underneath her. Occasionally, a black whiff was seen shimmering in and out of existence. Her voice was clear, enhanced and pierced through the blizzard like it was nothing.
"Yours truly merely wisheth to talk," she said. "The dragonkin gathered here, your ancient presence. I recall it, but can not place it. I wish to ask of thee, child of the void, what is it that brought thy here? And why hath thy dragonkin rallying to thou?"
