Duskfire Glacier guard

his gaze lingered on the bundle of lavender, the careful way she had arranged them. it was... delicate, intentional. he did not understand the purpose, but it was hers, and so he asked, what are you doing with the flowers?
he did not sit right away, simply watching her, as if committing the moment to memory. the contrast of her against the wild green, the soft fragrance that mixed with the iron tang of meat.
yes, he answered simply, after a pause. the glacier was vast, untouched in a way that pleased him. it will do.