Duskfire Glacier set your soul on fire

faust’s lips curled into a smirk, the edge of his grin sharp as a blade, eyes glinting with a flicker of something darkly amused. i’m not getting any younger, he echoed, the weight of his words hanging in the air, dripping with the undertones of his years, of battles fought, and of things he’d long since stopped questioning. he met her gaze coolly, steady as always.
tikigâk was stubborn, lingering outside the borders, he continued, his tone softening ever so slightly. one of the best huntresses i’ve met. a flicker of something akin to respect gleamed in his gaze, though it was gone just as quickly as it came. you’ll like her. i think.
the teasing edge in satori's voice did not escape him. he chuckled darkly, leaning back slightly. his gaze lingered on her, searching for any hint of judgment or amusement, before he turned away.
it's customary. she chose me for her season. with that, he returned his focus to the task at hand, as if the question itself had never truly bothered him at all. i would do it for you, too.