Duck Lake deset

learning is all i have, suliya murmured, her voice barely carried over the cold winds. no more words followed; instead, she silently pulled herself from the icy embrace of the waters, droplets clinging to her russet fur, shimmering like a thousand tiny crystals. and you.

as she stepped close, her nose brushed gently beneath ice diver’s neck—a gesture of acceptance, of warmth, of unspoken kinship. her breath mingled with the air between them, and for a fleeting moment, the cold world seemed smaller, softer.

she said nothing more, letting her actions speak where words might falter. she would follow, rest, and learn. hers was a life of seeking, of quiet understanding, and for now, that was enough.