Lost Creek Hollow eyes like frozen planets

The girl was thoughtful, distracted.

It was a mountain. She couldn't recall the name of it, though. There were a great many mountains and in many directions, and for a moment Iris looked dreamily one way, then another, and gave a shrug.

The other woman, the one who was cold like winter was cold, left then. Iris watched her go and soon enough she returned, bringing a rabbit torso and placing it at Iris' feet.

The girl was elated! She looked to Wren with a new appreciation and then shyly, to Silvertongue as if to ask permission to eat, and when granted she tucked in to the meal, eating it very carefully the way a bird might peck and peel.