Noctisardor Bypass Quiet and cold - that's the way I like it

In her whole life, long as it was, she had never been this far north. The tribe, her family, had moved constantly through the years, but never farther north than the Dotharan Plains. She knew that the further north one goes, the cooler it was year round, and the harsher the winters. But despite this knowledge, she knew that this weather was completely and utterly unnatural.

It's intensity frightened her, especially now that she was alone in every aspect of the word. Her isolation was complete, bearing all the way down into her soul; her soulmate had long since departed. Božena had accepted her fate, knowing that she would spend the rest of her life, however long that may be, with the spirits that had guided her her whole life. But this boy's presence came as an unexpected, but not rejected, surprise.

She followed in after the boy, already feeling the warmth of the cave increase tenfold. He still said nothing, which led the Chovahani​ to believe that he was mute in one form or the other. Still, she had to ask. You've got name? Zhey's call me Božena,