Duskfire Glacier stir fry

a small bark echoes through the glacier's cave systems, a smile spreading over her thin inky lips.  the sliding is something that even mirabelle with her arctic heritage had to work through.  the cold, too.  her summer coat was not as protective as her dense winter pelt, so she'd kept mostly to the forest until the family had returned.

currituck, she offers softly, a glow in her yellow-green eyes, would you like to come with me for the day?  perhaps the child is tired of travel but from her experience, somehow — somehow — all the walking in the world cannot tire them out.