Duskfire Glacier you are the trailer park, I am the tornado

maybe @Dirtwater Fox or @Dagur but all welcome.

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They called her a freak. A lunatic. Isra was a only survivor. She was the one who got away, for He wouldn't catch her now. He never would. Plenty had called her a madwoman. She had never understood. How was she a madwoman, if her crime was to live?

The icefield was truly dazzling under the midsummer night. The sky illuminated with opalescent hues that danced in the darkness. 

The monochrome woman gleefully raced across the ice, careful not to loose her footing. Oh He'd never find her. Not here, not now, and not ever. Not if she was ahead, by a step.

From afar Dirtwater Fox watched the woman race across the ice. He wondered if she knew how close she flew to the flames. But that wasn't his problem, was it?

He settled to watch her, free of any intention save observation for now. Perhaps she would fall. Perhaps she would make amusing noises as she died. Or perhaps she would disappear into the dancing lights with all the rest.

Either way, he would watch.

There is another on the glacier, wrapped in tones of ice and sand. Isra halted her glide, trotting towards him with indifferent calmness. She paused a few feet away, leveling her eyes with his royal blue that contrasted with the darkened mask.

"What do you search for?" There was no context in her inquiry, simply a vague question.