Frost and Flame Return
"Oh," Leon replied calmly. "They are cultivating on the cliff. They should be back soon."
That choice came without effort. Each pause, each inhale, each comeback lived inside him like clockwork. Guessing never entered the picture. He simply knew.
The breeze shifted.
A hush moved under the door, trailing cold rock smells and air from far off. Not rushing, the petals drifted in after, floating low without hurry, as if time didn't matter at all.
Stillness settled, just for a breath.
Footsteps paused when he finished speaking
Into the room came two graceful shapes, moving fast. They appeared without warning, their forms lit by the sudden light.
Frost-tipped strands shine under the sun, sparking as they move. Sunlight dances along pale threads, each motion pulling light into view.
