Naara strode calmly over the ever-shifting white sand of Hueco Mundo. Beneath her feet the sand solidified into platforms, reverting into soft sand that second her feet left the area. Her platinum blond hair flowed gently behind her as she glided powerfully, yet gracefully, over the terrain. Wind struck her face, and though it wasn't cold, a shiver ran down her spine. Reiatsu had been carried through the wind toward her, and she could sense it was not a force to be taken lightly. Her warm smile pressing into a thin line, she moved her sleeved arm out in front of her body.
Suddenly, in a burst of silver light, a beautifully crafted rapier appeared in front of her palm. It seemed to float there, waiting for her to grab it. Wrapping her slender, long fingers around the silvery, silk wrapped handle, she took the rapier and moved it to her side. The flowing skirt of her extravagant dress brushed against her hand, blending in with the sand. It was even difficult for her to make out the difference between her old-fashioned dress and the snowy sand beneath her feet. The only thing that stuck out were the two blue lines streaking down her sides. Sighing, she tightened the grip on her rapier and steeled her nerves.
When the wind shifted so that whoever was approaching would have her voice carried to them, she called out. "Who goes there? Come closer so that I may identify you!"
