Silver Moraine kill

the wind brought her before he saw her. faint, unfamiliar. not darukaal. not saatsine. not anyone who belonged to the glacier or its shadow.
faust moved with quiet certainty, his steps deliberate over the snow-packed earth until the pale figure sharpened in his view. a woman, long-limbed, carved lean by winter’s teeth. he watched her from a short distance, studying the careful way she skirted the borders. smart. respectful. but he didn’t trust it.
his voice cut through the cold, low and edged with steel.
you’re close enough.
he came to stand with a stillness that carried weight, emerald eyes fixed on her with the scrutiny of a man who had seen too much taken from him already.
what do you seek out here?
and though there was no immediate threat in his stance, there was no welcome, either. just the glacier at his back, and the expectation she’d give him reason enough to let her linger.