Moonsong Glacier lamenting

Thoroughly distracted by the election so this is probably worse than my last one, oopth.

Onward she went, and so would he. From time to time she glanced his way and he would pause, his expression likely too distant to make out but often trained upon her too; following her as if she were a guiding light. She was certainly the brightest thing out here compared to the sunwashed glacier.

As they came to the lake and rounded its embankment, the stranger turned to look at him and seemed to be waiting. He was slow, not caring about closing the distance too readily. For all he knew this woman was a spy; Revui was not ignorant to the mar of his sister hanging upon the air and found it appropriate - Hydra had to be on top, had to have a finger in every pie. So she had denounced his familial tie to Moonspear, yet still was watching him.

He would never be free of her influence.

So you live here? carried the stranger's voice; they were not hostile on his approach and Revui was confident that, should things turn violent, he could handle her.

He thought about sending her back with a message for her beloved queen and thought better of it. Any sign of his scent would be enough. A little bloodshed would be fun too, but Revui was above harming Hydra's playthings to prove a point; he would not hurt anyone of the mountain.

It is my land. He states, the chill of the enivornment having permeated his rough-hewn voice; once a rockslide now an icy avalanche. Are you here on the Queen's behalf? Revui went on to ask, finding the question pointless, and unwilling to speak the name of his once-sister, now that he had been suitably banished.