Duskfire Glacier dark skies that hung above

The Glacier had fallen, and despite her Prince's displeasure, she inwardly crowed with the victory.  With Tuwawi gone, she was at least no longer a threat to him.

Nor, hopefully, a draw to this place any longer.

Though she still wasn't sure how she felt about him resuming the title that implied a sort of inheritance in the Rise, the easiest way to return home and remain loyal was to trust her Queen. Because of this, much to what would likely be his displeasure, she still maintained the goal of getting him to return. It was a goal that had before held little hope, but now had been given a new breath of life.

When he summoned her, she wondered if perhaps he was ready to stop avoiding fate and return. With the warmth of suppressed expectation rising in her chest, she answered, coming to stop before him. Sensing that he wished to speak, though, she remained silent, her countenance carefully controlled. Though in her mind it made the most sense for him to be ready, she still could not bring herself to assume it.

It would be almost too easy.