"Lorana"
That was all she heard, and all she needed to hear - her name whispered into her ear from someone miles away, in the smallest hours of the night, right before she fell asleep. Her father had a peculiar way of contacting his daughter: instead of the tremendous, rumbling summons that greybeards typically used, echoing across the lands for all to hear (or, Talos forbid, writing an actual letter), Lorana's dad could whisper a single word into someone's ear from miles away, simply provided he knew where they were. It was a magnificent trick, and one that even put the hard-headed Nord girl in awe.
So, once again, Lorana found herself making the pilgrimage up the seven thousand steps to High Hrothgar. It was a trip she had made a few times before, and had gotten quite good at. So, she arrived atop Throat of the World without much effort just on the edge of Twilight, as the snow began to fall once again. Coming up on the Greybeard's monastery, she did not stop to offer tributes as most pilgrims did, but rather marched right up the steps towards an old, hooded figure, who stood waiting for her. "Hey, Dad!"
"Lorana..." the old man grumbled, quickly embracing his daughter before continuing, "Quickly, hurry inside..."
~ ~ ~
Inside the dark halls of High Hrothgar, Lorana and her father - the old Greybeard named Valund - sat talking, catching up on past events since her last visit the previous year.
"I'm very happy to see you well, Lorana..." Valund continued, "and I know the Civil War has escalated, and the Dovah have become more aggressive... I cannot help but worry. I have a new power to teach you, but you must heed the utmost caution..."
"Yeah, come on..." Lorana interrupted, in her usual fashion, "I know what I'm doing! Let's hear it!"
"I'm serious, Lorana!" Valund grunted, his voice filled with a careful urgency. "This new shout is difficult to use, but incredibly powerful, and can be incredibly dangerous if misused. With this new shout, you will..."