Duck Lake deset

suliya watched her, the way ice diver stepped into the icy grasp of the lake as if it were nothing. the cold bit at the air, a sharp thing, but suliya had known worse. she was muradoii—expected to face waters like these without a second thought, to follow the herds through their endless migrations, no matter the season.

her own steps were quiet but steady, the cold rising around her legs as she waded deeper, matching the other woman’s pace. the chill gripped her muscles, sharp and relentless, but suliya only smiled faintly, her breath fogging in the night.

lanzadoii, she spoke, voice low, a sentiment threaded through it, deep in my blood.

she tilted her head, the glint of her teeth catching the moonlight, an echo of ice diver’s smile. the water rippled around them, cold and dark, yet alive with their shared defiance.

your name makes sense, now.