Duskfire Glacier trust yourself

Why had she come back? Closer to the inferno? Something about the eruption, so foreign, so different from the sea. . .it appealed to her. She couldn't resist. It was the impulsive side of her that won out, in the end. 

The glacier was cool but lit in fire, and ashes were everywhere. Sleek and silver, she traveled across the ice, cold eyes flickering from sight to sight as she went. Trees, rocks, flames — man. 

Running man, bathed in red. 

Artemis gave chase, meaning to draw up alongside him. The volcano had woken a beast within her; she felt the need to spar, to fuck, to eat. . .to play. Play a game under the fiery sky, along the ice. She increased her pace, moving smoothly into a gallop.