Sleeping Dragon we'll watch as time tumbles down

Could she feel the spray? Mojave nodded, because even with her back turned to the geyser she could feel the mist. She could see it too, moving between them like a shimmering veil set to wave with the wind. It was a pretty sort of thing, reminded her a bit of how snowfall looked untouched and beneath the glare of a winter sun. Her golden gaze followed them as they sparkled, but like all thing they came to an end just as they had begun.

And by then, her gaze had settled somewhere in the vicinity of her spotted counterpart to listen. "I'm Mojave," she said, returning the courtesy. "If you want to tell me more about those things, you can. I've never seen anything like 'em before... or the bunch of ice over there." She made reference to the glacier, well out of sight from them. But with any luck, she'd imagine that Portia would know what she meant.