Duskfire Glacier нет покоя нечестивым

I will snatch this if you don't mind! <3

The snow had thinned with the thaw, leaving the glacier bare in places, the blue heart exposed to the sea’s breath. Ice melted in rivulets down the slope, winding around pale paws as Astier moved, silent, deliberate, through the softened terrain where frost met stone and sea. Mist still clung to the edge of the world, curling in ghostly tendrils, but there was a warmth to the air now. Subtle, but present. The kind that foretold blood on the win
He spotted the other before he spoke; a soldier made of grit and scar, muscle wound taut beneath a coat weathered by more than just the cold. A sentinel carved into the land itself. The full moon lit the frayed edges of his form, casting a silver halo across old wounds and new tension.
Astier stopped a few lengths away. Not to startle. Only to observe. A faint breeze stirred the softening frost at his feet, carrying the brine of the sea and the distant hush of waves. His breath curled faintly in the spring air, no longer sharp, but still crisp enough to remind them winter was not yet gone.
„You stand as if war has already begun,” he said, voice low, measured, cut from stillness itself; There was no hesitation as he stepped forward. Quiet, confident. The kind of approach that bore no threat, only purpose.
„I have no desire to grow soft while the snow recedes. Would you test me?” And though his tone bore no challenge, only resolve, the look in his pale eyes hinted at the frost that still lingered beneath spring’s thaw.