Arrow Lake Jol

A woman’s voice drew his mossy stare. The approaching figure was clad in earthy tans and creams that complimented the sharp glint of her eye. She looked as though she had climbed out from the sands of his home and became corporeal. Cad had not missed the tone that she had addressed him in.

Nervously, the young soldier sniffed at the frigid air. There was no claim on the lake. If this sandwalker was seeking to make the territory her own, she had not done a good job of marking it. He had no interest in ruffling her coat. It was nice to have company, he reminded himself.

I am, Cad answered her question earnestly. A smile found his dark lips and drew them upward. The peachy mask upon his face was trained to her. Each prowling step that drew her nearer was captured in his eye. She traversed the frozen terrain with ease. It looked as though she had ventured through the winter elements all her life.

It’s quite a hike. One ear swiveled back. Are you native to these parts?