Duskfire Glacier stir fry

Currituck slowly turns to face Mirabelle head on, looking up at her. A half-hearted smile forms when she’s reassured and she takes a step closer, standing under the protective frame of the woman. When asked, by the indication of her tone, the girl slowly nods her head.
 
Embarrassment is short-lived, for by the time they get moving, she weaves in and out of her legs all the way back to the glacier. It’d be a surprise if neither one of them fall again.