Qeya River it's a narrow neck of land

It all happened in what to seemed to be a blink of an eye. As if the stranger had some intuition about what was about to occur, she lept just in time as the ice beneath her paws gave way. Awestruck by it all, Freyja watched in silence as the other landed. Her attention diverted momentarily as a groan sounded from the river, her head tilting once more at the foreign noise.

But, as easily as her attention had shifted to the river, she found her chestnut-colored gaze finding the stranger once more. “That was amazing,” she offered, her voice breathless as she looked to the other’s mismatched gaze. She found herself staring at the other on account of her unique gaze and frankly the silver-haired woman found it to be quite beautiful. Though, she did not speak on this. Instead, she simply looked on.