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The frostmaiden did not startle; only turned, slow as a turning tide, her breath misting in the moonlight. The fur along her shoulders stirred where the wind slipped beneath it, silvering her outline as if the night itself had brushed her in frost. Her gaze, cold and glacial, found the voice through the dark; a flicker of recognition, not of face, but of presence.
Aneira lingered in stillness, the quiet between them as sacred as prayer. Then, she moved, just enough for the stars to catch in the glint of her eyes as she turned them toward a nearby pool, its mirrored surface undisturbed. „I’ve seen them,” she began at last, her voice soft, low, like the hush of snow falling on stone, „The stars in the water. Sometimes I think they burn brighter down there... as if the earth stole them and buried them deep to keep for itself.”
Her head tilted slightly, the curve of her neck graceful, thoughtful: „The Quarry remembers,” she went on, quieter now, as though speaking too loudly might stir something ancient from the stone; „Every step, every sorrow. It does not echo; it keeps.”
The wind wound gently through the hollow, combing the fur along her shoulders, and she adjusted her stance; just a slight turn, a soft shift of weight, so that if the other chose, she could step closer. Aneira did not beckon, she didn’t need to. The space beside her opened like a page left blank between two verses.