Luneshale Pass with fire and with blood

it becomes rapidly apparent to dracarys as she draws nearer and takes refuge beneath the stone outcropping keeping the sirenprince dry, that he was meant to go first. a small noise lingers in his throat, quirk of brows above frostbound gaze given before acceptance quickly settles within.

i am dracarys, he offers as his gaze settles upon her soaked form; taking in the details of her face as he inclines upon his haunches. i hail from the far icy north but i have been a desert dweller with verapaz for a few months now. as it turned out, though starkly different then his birthplace he liked the desert. a lot.

and you are? he inquires in turn.