Greatwater Lake where there is neither sense of life or joys,

relmyna did not have time to take a step before she realized the reaper had gone, melted into the edges of the woodland while she had not looked. ears swept to and fro, listening for his tread; the evoker settled her haunches against the snow. he would not have left; abruptness was his lot, but his regard for her appeared stronger than such.
she moved into the cover of tree-boles, searching for some protected space to rest, so great was her burden. and in time, all that the woman had assumed came to pass; relmyna was roused from her doze by the familar sound of his footfalls, and watched him with an inscrutable expression as he brought to her a feathered body. 
the wraith was gone almost as soon as he had come; the evoker watched him quit her company with some foreign sensation astir in her breast.