Firestone Hot Springs cold air; hot water

The dark shadow meets ghost. Golden eyes of the wraith locking on the icy color of Vallkyrie's own. She murmurs her answer and settles, her whisper flowing like the mists around them. The wraith's sitting position and relaxed posture allows her to know the woman meant no I'll intent. So, Vallkyrie steps slowly into the steamy pool of waters, an exhale of pleasure escaping her lips. 

Far southeastern from here. A place called Torbine. Though Torbine was large and grand, their bloodline extending far beyond just their own peninsula, Kyr did not expect her to know of it. And how far have you traveled to get here? Vallkyrie questions just the same, her body lowering, easing into the shallow, hot pool.