Permafrost Hollows you cannot swallow a life that large

thank you for starting <3

The coalescence of vibrant paint showered the sky in rich hues, drawing Faeryn steadily from her slumber; melding of orange and blue filtered the teekon in darkly saturated tones, and the sylph eyed the sun as it began to rise, converting the tangerine to gold. Fog had settled like a dragon's breath over the Taiga, thick slithers of mist to mask countless secrets amongst the haze, the Sotaherra sliding discreetly into such a category.

The Renoda didn't notice him at first, a smudge of charcoal amongst the low-lying clouds, but thankfully, his scent alerted her to his presence. Though she was settled into an unfamiliar land, she did not intend to turn tail and flee - the sylph had made a deal with the tundrian, and though it had been a spur-of-the-moment gamble, she would stick to it. Sometimes, it was refreshing to give in, to be a little reckless, and the crisp scenery provided her with a wave of relief. New start number...-

Anyway. A gentle chuff slithered from her lips to the wind, willowy figure gliding through the fog to emerge at his side; patrolling was something she hadn't been required to envelop herself in for many moons - there'd been no need, when stranded on an island bordered by the ocean, and so she sought to realign herself with the activity, sweeping cerulean eyes over the smoky man's features.

"Mind if I join you?"