Serpent Lake dulce

the stranger was not missed. he was fuego against the snow, a lick of fire. belen stiffened as he approached, her fur standing out near catlike. the man was larger than her, with hielo eyes. "buenos tardes," the girl mumbled. "i am looking for my parents. zaira and neizan. have you heard these names?" belen tried not to stare as she spoke, finding the contrast of his gaze and his coat almost overwhelmingly bright.