Alpine Lake Your father came and went

Snow. Atka liked that nick name. It wasn't a cold, nor unnecessarily sweet name. Dreven had called her by it since their first meeting. She would hide the fondness that swelled in her chest every time he spoke it, but she was sure he knew. Her mind had gotten away from her before she was brought back by his laugh, something that she'd always sought with her words. She leaned into him and giggled at his response, not fighting the limb that pulled her closer.

Do you know how to fish?

Fishing was seasonal where she had grown up, and certainly not in a setting like this.

❝I grew up by the ocean, Dreven.❞ She raised a brow and smiled at him as he pulled away, waiting for him to piece it together.

❝But yes, just not in a place like this.❞ Atka huffed.

Her gaze flicked between him and the ice, she wondered how he was going to pull this off. Yet, she chose to remember he'd lived a life before her.