Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

he spoke, and she followed.

a snake amongst the yard might bite and hiss, but it'd keep the rats at bay.

he questioned her of skills and home as she steadied herself to match his pace. "i was a negotiator for my homeland, which often left me in the company of ambassadors." her people were a philosophical sort, always serious, always making deals.

as for the realm she'd once called home, "it is a cold place, though lacking in ice." the chill of her homeland was less in the terrain, and more in the hearts of those who inhabited it.