Serpent Lake enjarocharse

"wait!"

she stood framed beside the lake, beside its icy and unyielding breath, and though she did not remember, it was here that a man named arsenio had once plucked a lost girl from the snow and offered her on open palm to the pharaoh of the mesa. now she called to the dark figure in the distance, trembling as much from the winter as from her own emotion. "you did not tell me who you are. you did not tell me why you said the names you said. and — crowfeather. why — what do you know of him?" tell me, her eyes pleaded; tell me so i am not forever lost in the dark, @Akavir.