Duck Lake the grass is growing on top of my feet

Cole huffed softly, his breath curling in the crisp winter air as he shifted his weight. He gave the girl a nod, as if acknowledging her careful watch over Kvarsheim’s creatures.

Patrolling, he said after a pause, his voice steady and low. Might’ve been looking for some ducks, too. Good eating if you’re lucky enough to catch ‘em. He glanced toward the lake, his sharp gaze sweeping over its frozen edges as if expecting movement.

His attention returned to her, thoughtful but unintrusive. Wildlife’s good to watch, he added, almost an afterthought. Keeps you grounded. He tipped his head slightly, curious but not pressing. What brought you all the way out here, though? Just the birds?