The Sentinels godspeed on the devil's thunder

it's perfect!

he sensed aria before she arrived, belatedly so, given his preoccupation with the frozen roses. "indeed," he rejoined softly, turning his head to mark her progress beside him, silently appreciative of her deferential stance. awed too was the man by the way that the icy little glade complemented the white fur cloaking the girl, and how the blooms appeared as ripe splashes of blood in their tombs, heightening the contrast betwixt snow and red. she was lovely -- taltos allowed his eyes to linger upon aria for a moment before reorienting himself toward the roses.

"what would you call it, this place?" came the druid's murmur after a moment. many titles swam to his tongue; this glade reminded lasher of many things and many memories, but perhaps it was not his to name. she had come to his side almost at the time of his discovery -- aria perhaps was the rightful keeper of the ice palace.