Permafrost Hollows kementári

The specter did not dismiss her words. He took them, measured them, and gave just enough to address. The lack of a vibrant reaction didn't stem from an absent mind but rather the opposite: a mind in total control. Siofra stirred...and then a quiet laugh rose, fleeting, inoffensive, like the beat of a bird's wings. The sound of one who saw no use in pressing further. There was no need. The outcome would be the same. Her thoughts solidified into words, mild, yet sure: "Sicut montes isti es: non cedis." Her ear flicked, head raising before adding faintly, "Honest man."

The spark within her eye was now extinguished by the sea of moonlight. Not quite tender...but her guard had lowered. The exhaustion that crowned the woman's head now commanded her to retreat back into the valley, and she finally chose to answer the call. Her gaze turned from the frosted warrior a moment after her shoulders, and she slid back into the dark like a serpent carved by shadows.

Her luck was not abundant. But perhaps his case was different. Siofra would give one last glance into the tunnels, her eyes highlighted by moonlight. Before vanishing into the night, she would leave her company with an aged, familiar blessing from her past:

"...May Anahera light your path, Astier."

exit <3