Serpent Lake dulce

The snow crunched underfoot as the redstone guard ventured beyond the mesa and into the wild terrain. He had many thoughts in his mind, but the primary was finding someone who would replace Tamar as the queen’s servant. For a short while, he had considered the woman Qiao. His meeting with her had been intriguing and had not left his mind.

As Arsenio crossed toward the water, his winter blue gaze fell on a slim figure. She appeared to be traveling to the north, following the edge of the water as she went. The Greek drew his head up and followed her path with his gaze.

It took only a few bounds before he had closed the distance between them. Once near enough, Arsenio chuffed to the unfamiliar shape to announce his presence. He searched her frame to see if she would stop to humor him.