Greatwater Lake Supersymmetry

She was standing on the ice, a flickering flame amongst a still landscape of white and grey. From afar he only saw red. A bloom of color amongst the desolation of winter, unfamiliar, but desperately desired.

The wind was in his favor as he approached. A dusty vagrant who was at home in the cold wilderness, yet at the same time lacking something. She would not smell him coming and that made him safe. Njal was not interested in being driven away from the fire — something that he realized as he got closer, and her petite silhouette cut across his vision.

Proudheart. But it couldn't be her, she was back in the Valley, wasn't she?

The man crept along, insistent in his steps, carrying himself with a tired swagger. She was distracted by something, which made his covert approach successful. His quick steps became hungry steps, until he was dangerously close — but Njal did not reveal himself. He watched her silently, wanting to go to her.

He couldn't go to her. Not right now. Not after leaving that last time. If felt too wrong now; he would bide his time.

As she turned her head, sharp, pointing her narrow face towards the mountains beyond, Njal twitched as if to duck out of sight amongst the trees; but he need not do that, the shadows were thick enough to hide him.

But the wind shifted against his knowledge, eager to betray him.