Permafrost Hollows kementári

His words continued to come both smooth and purposefully. The night swallowed his majority, but there was a shift within the titan's demeanor, and perhaps he saw it within her too: if she truly desired to escape, she would have done so. Siofra had nothing to lose. However, another step forth ignited something within...

Under the intimacy of silence, she would display her first shell of a warning: a sharp narrow of her eyes. A muted encouragement to proceed with caution if he so wished to draw near. A barrier still remained. However, the flash would vanish as swiftly as it came, drifting in the air and settling into something equally heavy without the edge. An unexpected, hushed rift within the conversation followed:

"...You are crafted well."  It was less of flattery and more so a vocal note to herself. A comment on his polished presentation, both speech and appearance alike. Commanding, worthy of attention... but not loud. Befitting of power. She knew too little of the stranger to say she approved, but he had yet to disappoint her. And so she'd dance with the specter.

Slowly, Siofra dared to sever the thread of eye contact. “The night is young," she exhaled; her own form of acceptance to his cold invitation. She crossed to the opposing side of the tunnels, fully blanketing herself in the shade. 

"And what of you, Baron? Am I interrupting your duties?" A faintly mischievous gaze rested upon his wintery figure, tracing the shadows that divided his face. "...Or were you waiting for a nosey trespasser to slip into the caves?"