Arrow Lake and half a hurricane

praimfaya starts when she notices renard's presence, attention drawn by the sound of her name drawn from his lips in a quiet rumble. frostbound gaze takes him in, who's steps were swallowed by the waterfall. she is reminded in the following seconds that this gravesite is not visible to only just her; but it is still sacrosanct, an alter she stands, humbled before. renard, she returns the greeting, fighting against the thickness of emotion on her tongue. she stands and draws nearer to him, curious as to what has brought him here, though she assumes it's not coincidence. this is my parents' final resting place. she says, as some sort of introduction; driven by impulse and little else.

what brings you here? she inquires in the following breath, letting her frostbound gaze settle upon her fellow saint.