Qeya River Ice river

Meleys hums to Suliya's words of her wellbeing, nodding her head to this. Her eyes, one ghostly pale like the woman before her and one dark as the night they stood, trained on the other, younger woman. 

You know where I've been. She grins, a macabre one, however playful. She never was far from the herd. Though it was a grand one of the thousand and often it would be hard to see the women stalking among them. 

Saatsine becomes many. They flock to my brother and his bride. What do you think of them, of her? Tell me your thoughts. I've yet to acquaint with any... I have you to do that. She chuckles now, her grin not wavering. Suliya had youth, beauty and charisma where Meleys did not.