Qeya River Vatican City

Anwyl breathed heavily, still rather amazed that the whole situation didn't end in their deaths. He laughed through his airy breaths, I agree, ice is a bitch. He looked up and back out at the frozen river. It now had a mass of cracks in the center. Anwyl wouldn't be crossing over there again. But he wouldn't need to anyway, his exploration was supposed to take him across here. He was on the right track. He turned back to Goliath, staring up at the large male with his pale blue eyes. He smiled with a sigh and said, Lets go back this way, I don't think we should try that again.

Anwyl walked back along the river, marveling at the water trickling underneath. The streaks of current shimmered in the sunlight like shooting stars. It was a truly beautiful sight. He looked to Goliath, deciding he wanted to get to know him better. So where are you from?