Qeya River Ice river

suliya lifted her head at the call, pale eyes glinting like frost beneath the moonlight. meleys’ voice was familiar, a thread of recognition pulling her from the quiet solitude she had wrapped herself in.

meleys, she greeted, dipping her head in acknowledgment. her voice was soft, spectral, carrying through the still night air.

she did not answer right away. instead, she studied the other woman, as if weighing the question itself. was she well? did it matter?

i am as the wind allows, she murmured at last, a vague but honest response. and you? where have you been hiding out?

there was a faint ghost of amusement in her tone, though her expression remained unreadable. she knew meleys better than most—but even still, she was a creature of her own making. as suliya was.