Duskfire Glacier ice feeds through our veins

Shivali, as the northern mother introduces herself, seems to open up.  It brings a light smile to Mirabelle's gentle face, and she repeats the greeting one more time to solidify it in her mind.  

It is nice to meet you, Shivali.  Would you care to teach me more of your language?  She reclines onto her haunches and curls her tail around her rear limbs.