In a remote valley drowned in white, the wind screamed through the emptiness with a sharp, whistling cry. The child Selena stood behind the lone tree, her small figure pressed into its shadow.
Her hands were buried deep inside her coat, her eyes flicking restlessly across the silent expanse, torn between fear that someone had followed her — and anticipation for the one she was waiting for.
That's when, the crunch of steady footsteps broke through the wind. They carried no attempt at concealment. And a voice followed, heavy with dissatisfaction.
"Why here?"
Selena's head snapped toward the sound.
"Noel!" she called, relief flashing in her eyes.
She rushed to meet him, scanning behind his shoulders the moment he came close.
"You didn't bring anyone with you, right?"
"No. Alone." Noel gave a small shake of his head.
