Permafrost Hollows kementári

I'll also keep things vague!

'You hover on the edge of something that does not belong to you.'

Gently, his words, his appearance, haunted her mind. Siofra was no stranger to the way kingdoms operated and their need for security. To witness herself become the very one she opposed-- an unauthorized loner dancing in the shadows... it seemed almost laughable.

Yes, well, she would be gone soon enough. When the sun peaked above the horizon, Siofra would take her leave.

Under the intimate cover of twilight, the maiden ducked into a rocky crevice, her movement swift, silent. One with the gloom. Delicate beams of moonlight caressed her flank as she weaved through the intricate system of tunnels. The shine of dew resembled fireflies in the midst, and it beckoned her further, further into the gelid depths. With every step, the air seemed to grow thicker, colder, and the fae gradually slowed her pace. Perhaps she'd be safe here within the embrace of darkness.

Or so she thought.

Instinctively, Siofra came to a halt. A silhouette loomed beyond. Its pearl hue seemed...familiar. But not the warm type of familiar that she welcomed. It bore a chill. She allowed her brows to furrow, her coat of umber blended into the humid atmosphere. She would be a fool to try to turn tail. He who was manifested by thought...only one word suited the nameless:

"...Phantom."