The sky was warm and cloudless as a young woman soared through the sky, her great white, feathered wings spread wide to catch the currents. A soft smile touched her lips as she surveyed the landscape below. Her city, the people of her city, all lay before her, peaceful and in harmony. The young woman was a Silvaran, a winged, peace-loving race, which were renowned for their beauty as well as their talent for song. The voices of the Silvarans were regarded as their most valuable possession. They were able to convey their emotions through their voices, so strongly that anyone hearing them would feel what the Silvaran was feeling.