Raven's Watch treasure planet

It was just like Stjornuati to drag back some pretty face so he could experiment with his beloved plants. Valmúa skulked after the girl's scent, head low and ears forward as though on the hunt for a meal. The rain chilled her. The south was a damp place — ice and snow hardly felt so raw against her skin.
The fire woman found her peering at the skies in a way that reminded her of her dark brother. Valmúa pushed her way closer, giving no heed to politeness or distance. Is your foot still busted? The question was louder than the quiet air, like a fierce crow of a raven that rang in the ears.