Nocturne Summit stardust

Turquoise gaze held steady, unreadable, as if weighing the worth of the question itself. Only the whisper of wind moved between them. When she finally spoke, her voice was calm, quiet, measured;
„Some call me Aneira,” she offered, the name given without embellishment, as one might lay down a stone. Her gaze did not falter, her tone was calm, clipped, but not cold.
A beat passed before she added, „And you? Who are you to ask?” The words weren’t a challenge, but they weren’t soft either; just quiet, careful, like a foot placed before thin ice. Her posture remained still, poised, not unfriendly, but far from open.