He stared up at the woman in the shining mirror-bright armor. Hard edges of steel looked like the exoskeleton of one of the giant insects that prowled the deep caves of the Corrupt Mountains, and her smooth curves and gleaming staff seemed almost out of place. But there seemed to be some strange harmony among plates and cloth, as if a flower had grown metal thorns. The green of the staff-stone reflected deep within the black pools of her eyes as she blazed plasma at the Carrion Demons who above all else despise light with their photosensitive eyes. The crystal-studded helm had been shortened in the back to allow her waves of mahogany hair to hang free, while small plates of mirror and metal glinted from the many tiny braids that dotted the vast mass of near-curls.
This is the realm in which the worlds of Sylvia and Sylph cross and entwine.
In Sylvia's books, it takes on the classic Romeo and Juliet theme. It is very similar in Sylph's books. The last two intertwine a little and the lat