Something was different about the air. Flecks and embers of some distant volcano fell from the sky, the air... scalding. It seemed that the greatest heat, one that threatened to burn all things low, had suddenly manifested. Then, out of the pool of lava that ebbed to the surface reformed into a feminine figure that created the image of Madame Pele. Bright red polynesian dress, clad in obsidian, was that of her beautiful image. Despite her sudden appearance and demeanor, she waved. "Hi!"