09-14-2021, 05:18 PM
Spring (and she thinks of Silene) and then summer (and she thinks of Aestas and he makes no mention of fall, but she thinks of Lyali still).
Of course she understands the passing of seasons, she and her sisters had each been crafted to represent each one, but she’d been led to believe that the Isle knew only perpetual winter. She does not speak, only considers the mountains and then what he says lies beyond them. There she will find her perpetual winter and she takes some small comfort in knowing that it is there, that she is close.
She shifts her weight and shifts her focus back to his face, the corners of her mouth tilting upward in a cool smile at his appraisal. “I was not always so well-suited,” she tells him, remembering the earliest days of her childhood when she could still rest comfortably in Tephra. The days when she had chased the cold simply for the thrill of it, when her travels to the common lands had nothing to do with survival.
“But my soul has only ever been winter,” she continues, “and the body has ways of adapting.” As she’s certain he must know by now, a thing like him living in perpetual cold. He must have his own ways of dealing with it.
“What drew you to the cold?” she asks, never shifting her glacial stare from his face.
Of course she understands the passing of seasons, she and her sisters had each been crafted to represent each one, but she’d been led to believe that the Isle knew only perpetual winter. She does not speak, only considers the mountains and then what he says lies beyond them. There she will find her perpetual winter and she takes some small comfort in knowing that it is there, that she is close.
She shifts her weight and shifts her focus back to his face, the corners of her mouth tilting upward in a cool smile at his appraisal. “I was not always so well-suited,” she tells him, remembering the earliest days of her childhood when she could still rest comfortably in Tephra. The days when she had chased the cold simply for the thrill of it, when her travels to the common lands had nothing to do with survival.
“But my soul has only ever been winter,” she continues, “and the body has ways of adapting.” As she’s certain he must know by now, a thing like him living in perpetual cold. He must have his own ways of dealing with it.
“What drew you to the cold?” she asks, never shifting her glacial stare from his face.