Luneshale Pass Go to bed and watch me disappear

sorry for the wait!!

luckily for arslan, he would find who he sought soon enough. fiamma was prowling the pass when she caught sight of the man, slim and proud, his pelt much like the ruddy colors of the desert. her nostrils flared; he smelled of verapaz, so not a trespasser.

she drew up a few paces from him and lifted her chin in question, smiling just a bit, her icy gaze glittering.

i do not know your face, the woman remarked. i am fiamma—e tu? 

his own gaze was captivating, nearly matching his pelt. he was young, and virile, and she immediately warmed to him, coming a few steps closer as she looked him over in appreciation.