Duskfire Glacier you are the trailer park, I am the tornado

There is another on the glacier, wrapped in tones of ice and sand. Isra halted her glide, trotting towards him with indifferent calmness. She paused a few feet away, leveling her eyes with his royal blue that contrasted with the darkened mask.

"What do you search for?" There was no context in her inquiry, simply a vague question.