its too damn cold up here

Absinth's gaze lingered on the stranger as he spoke, her emerald eyes sharp with scrutiny. His nonchalant demeanor intrigued her, but why was he here?

“Ah, a southerner. Too fucking hot there for me, personally.” The monochromatic fae mused, her tone still carrying amusement as she probed at the stranger. She looked him up and down, testing his scent in the air. Raider. Aresenn’s old pack, reimagined. Her lips quirked into a wry smile as she observed his reaction to her movements. She hadn't intended to try any intimidation tactic on him, and she wasn’t nearly his size, but she was the sort of woman to assert her presence in any given encounter.

As he mentioned his source of information, Absinth's curiosity piqued. “Is that so?” She echoed, a glint of mischief dancing in her eyes as she glanced at her ravens circling overhead, keeping an eye out for any more arrivals. “And here I thought I knew all the birds around here.” She took a step closer, the snow crunching softly beneath her paw. “I wonder if I know your birdy, hm?” Her tone was casual, but there was a sharpness underlying her words, a hunger for information that burned bright in her emerald gaze.
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