Sunset Valley my lord my light

keshka met his gaze, eyes cold, unreadable, but the faintest smirk ghosted across her lips at his words. снежный барс? she echoed, tilting her head slightly, considering. a fitting name. she would take it.
a nod. sharp. decisive.
she followed without hesitation, her steps light but certain, as if she had always walked this path, as if the glacier had been waiting for her all along.
тогда веди, she murmured, voice low, even.