Katniss turned towards the voice - because it had a clarity of tone that just seemed ... otherworldly. She stared at the white vision before her, standing up straight with wide grey eyes. She swallowed, hard, before she whispered in Elvish, "Evanari? Sylaise, ma Mamae?"

She could not imagine Sylaise looking like anything but this - a glorious elven woman clothed in white, with hair so pale golden it glowed like silver in the dim light of the torches. Moving as if she did, in fact, tread atop the air.