Arrow Lake danse macabre

cameo unless addressed!

periane lingered at the edge of the lake, a quiet specter in the mist. she did not intrude, nor did she announce her presence—only watched, pale eyes tracing the scene before her.
hemera, steadfast in her faith. the man, shrouded in shadow, carrying something ancient in his bearing. their voices wove through the cold air, sharp and measured, a dance of belief and skepticism.
periane knew this moment was not hers to claim. but still, she listened.
her sister priestess did not waver. even before the weight of the unknown, she remained rooted, unshaken. periane had seen such conviction in her before, and she would see it again.
as for the man—his presence stirred something familiar. not fear. not reverence. only recognition. she had known many like him. those who did not pray. those who found only silence where others heard the divine.
was he lost?
or did he simply choose to walk alone?
periane did not stay to find out. she had seen what she needed.
with a quiet turn, she stepped back into the mist, leaving faith and shadow to speak for themselves.