Silver Moraine he's got an everloving bone to pick with one and all

she knew the flurry of questions she had lobbed at tezcacoatl might mean one was missed; thankfully, he answered each individually, and with enough grace to soften the hard edges of her held tension. while anyone was capable of lying, and indra was loth to trust the word of strangers, the manner in which he obliged each question in a bald transparency settled her own suspicions on his involvement in lucas' disappearance, which by now appeared to be none.

"the glacier?" she repeated, her ears pulled back as she struggled to think of where that realm might be. she had not seen any glaciers in her life. an irony that was lost on indra, for in her travelings she had gone every which way around the mountains in which the glaciers inhabited, but never through them. "is that where you are from?" while it was obvious he wasn't from the same part as the wolves he had mentioned, indra wondered if perhaps he had lived in the area.