Duskfire Glacier lluvia

an exhale hid how faust had startled silvertongue, an intake of breath which gave her reason for raised shoulders. silver muzzle turned over the line of one shoulder to regard him, but otherwise she did not move. "he is resting," she answered, resisting the natural press of a man who found her worthwhile to look at. "i have been many places. not yet here to a land like this," she explained in a velvet voice, shifting gaze away and back to the sight of icefall and wild forests. "it is like a frozen gemstone," she decided after some moments, her smile for faust now, her focus returned to the leader of darukaal.