Duskfire Glacier the cellar door is an open throat

what a relief

he was uninterested until she mentioned the chickens, in which he seems to develop some kind of childlike wonder about him.  i keep them in the forest.  they would not do good on the glacier.  i sing to them, like so.

she offers him a sample of her herding call before she continues to explain.  they know i will not hurt them.  so they build their nests, and i take their eggs.