Arrow Lake displaced

the thin man looked on her with eyes of sunlight, and spoke in the clumsy tongue of barbarians. it seemed ill-fitting. he was delicate, perhaps even handsome after a fashion, seemingly too small to harbor the voice of a brute. «τέλεια. άλλο ένα άγευστο τέρας,» soft still, yet dismissive. rhaenyra the wanderer turned away with a feral toss of her wisp-framed crown, but did not depart. instead, her frosted gaze followed foxfire's frenzied flight above the water. the seahawk had spied a meal under the glimmering surface. «φόξφαϊρ, φέρτε κρέας.» she sang out sweetly to her companion as its talons struck silver. the bird willingly yielded its kill, dropping it with a wet slap before it dove away for a second attempt.
rhaenyra placed one delicate silver paw atop the grey-scaled fish before it could wriggle away, and ended its struggles with a swift snap of her teeth. she tossed the meat to the dark male, her primitive companion for the day. he was too thin, and it displeased her. as long as she had to suffer the sight of him, she would see to it that he did not waste away any further. perhaps, if he followed, she would lead him to the sea where the sunshine might lighten his fur. he would never be as comely as rhaegar, to be sure, but he might serve...
the wayward seahawk dispelled the thought, disgusted with herself. he was common, not of the blood; such would never serve even to warm her bed while she awaited her betrothed.