Whitebark Stream meddleborn

She was breath-taking. Really. Those legs! When he had first caught the gray shape in his periphery Marius was stricken by the shape of her. Now that he was creeping closer across the snow, he could get a better idea of the rest of her.

She was singing, or something. He couldn't tell what was being said, only that it was soft and had the capacity to draw him closer. Boldly so.

He wanted to call out to her, but wasn't sure if there was a language barrier. She looked like one of those northern women who was equally likely to mantis him in the act - but, not a deal breaker.