Duskfire Glacier in spite of the uneven odds, beauty lifts from the earth

So sorry for the wait!

The dancing woman captured his gaze as he watched her beauty rival that of the glowing, shifting lights above. He had always differed from his father in his love for the subtle grace of nature and the thrill that it could bring. Sirmiq prefered the ridgidness of battle, and the straightforward thinking of rule or be ruled. For all the similarities between the father and son, Siarut was a great lover of the megacosm. And this sight made him realize why, until seh suddenly stopped. 

Tilting his head, he gave her a smile. "You don't have to stop on my account." The ice bear wished that she had continued, he would have gladly watched her all night. Tearing his gaze from the woman he looked to the sky, "Your dance is beautiful. Where did you learn it?"  He had seen similar dances before in the north, although none in his own clan had ever thought to learn. His father had never found an interest in it, and so had been to strict to allow any to learn.