Desert of Ice

Esen was sleeping with her head on Altan's lap for a long time. He had been awake for over three hours, and yet he didn't wake her up. She slept with her hair loose in front of her face. The strands of hair were the only thing standing between him and a pair of her closed eyes. She looked like one of those pictures of women from the late 1920s. Altan carried her up in his arms and laid her on her bed. Her long dark hair was tousled from where it had been tossed off of his shoulder by her unconscious body.

Her skin was almost always a deep olive color, but tonight her rosy cheeks stood out even more than usual. His eyes softened at the sight of her soft lips and closed eyelashes. He took off her shoes and saw that the bottom part of her feet had become black and hard. There is a thick layer of white wolf hair on her feet and legs, which she cut down with scissors. He smiled at her because of this act and softly kissed her feet. While kissing her, he paused for a moment to look up at he