Permafrost Hollows kementári

The sculpted fragment of moonglade refused to fall for her tactics. He took a different route. Siofra gave a flick of her ear, her head subtly tilting at his words.

Danger still loomed like a burning lantern within the mist. But even if the proximity made it feel consuming, it remained contained. Appropriate to work with. The woman's expression read both reserved and attentive as the wraith advanced forth, as though she were witnessing a spectacle from behind the safety of an ice wall. Heavy and domineering, pale eyes cut through the gloom and bore into hers. They whispered of a frigid curiosity. A keen mind. However, the immovable tide wouldn't offer him anything grand. 

"Perhaps to satiate my inner curiosity. To see if the one who emerged from the shadows was more than just a figment of my imagination," she breathed.

A simple answer, sure, but her mannerisms brought the promise of something heartfelt. Siofra allowed her tail to lightly trace the damp walls, measuring her confines. "...After all, the warnings of a ghost hold no weight to me." 

Her gaze intensified. "But...you're certainly real. Still operating in the dark, but real."