Silvertip Mountain all that glitters is gold

Her retreat halted once she realized that he was okay with, or rather preferred her company. Queenie turned back to look at him, saying nothing, but nodding her head in agreeance. She took a moment to look around and notice everything that she could from the quartz patches to the frosted waterway. The lights shimmered and bounced from surface to surface, always landing back where they'd begun. Syèl la, she whispered to herself, not knowing that this was the same thought the stranger had had only moments before.

What's your name? she asked, her voice naturally a bit demanding. Queenie took note of this male, comparing him to the ones she'd known before. He seemed like he was a nice fellow, but they could all do damage; she knew this a bit too well.