Northstar Vale Afterglow

The sound of her voice was music to her ears. How ashamed she was for not making the first step; she stood there, and did nothing but consume the air, like a coward she was. She wanted to scream and shout, and scream, and shout, from the bottom of her lungs, but all she made out was another icy breath, that made her look as a cloud-breathing dragon.
 
The duck left into the den and bought her some food, which she immediately began chewing on. Covered in ice crystals, it did not make her job any easier, so she raised her head and decided to let it for a while. Golden gaze turned to the duck; but she did not like to refer her as ‘a duck’; she was a rare pearl from the seas, a precious moonstone that shone brighter than the moon herself.
 
“May I…” she began, almost a whisper, “join you?” Agana was not aware of her customs, or the way they prayed, but would do anything to spend more time with her. But praying was not the reason she came here; and to prove to herself she was not a coward, she leaned a little onto her direction, golden faze focused on her jadestone eyes.
 
“This is not why I came here,” she spoke, heavily breathing, heart racing like the rapids of the Gorge she saved her from not long ago, but her lips pursed before she could say anything else. She stood, waiting for her to speak as she glanced to the meal she bought to her.