Duskfire Glacier Trouble in the Stepstones

the earth answers faust's call and she watches the wild-woman descend from the outcrops and join his side.
her steps are heavy, but sure. grounded. a woman rooted in her land, her title, and her mate.
when she comes close, scents are passed, and anoré meets it with a stillness before returning the same gesture.
today was an offering of equals. and for that, she offers a dip of her crown in recognition.
they were guests in their home. while she may not be one for pleasantries, for this, she could bend.
"anoré." she says in the common tongue.
if faust meets her eyes, she'd only hold it for a brief moment. he knew, as she did, the first-name winterhelm had given her.
her attention, sharp with interest, fixates upon both of them. they came to feast, share stories, and laugh. then so they shall.
"speak to me of darukaal."