Rhysand sits in a nearby tree in the steppes. He sits quietly, not uttering a word, until he hears something down in the bushes. Then he sees someone. A woman.

“Evening.” He speaks as sees her come closer to the tree he was in. He jumps down to face her. “I don’t believe I’ve seen you in my court, or the Illyrian steppes. What is your name, my lady?”