Lake Rodney i will fly

the man followed. teya, gripped by her own usual anxieties, felt a curious sensation of pleasure lifting through her at the fact that he had come so easily. they were swallowed by the fog drifting from the center of the freezewater lake, and a sudden crazed, impulsive thought came to teya.
the girl stopped in the path she had made in the snow, turning toward the stranger who had come along.
her coolwater stare traveled over his towering figure, but notably upon his face, where earth and charcoal framed the redbark knowingness of his gaze.
on a whim teya reached toward him with a low whine in the narrow recesses of her chest; why and for what she did not know, only that she tentatively sought the edge of his jawline with a wondering, tremulous, featherlight brush she hoped wildly the silent man would allow.