Moonsong Glacier humph!

@Agana
Dated 7/26

Aurëwen hadn’t ever thought she’d return to the place where the sun, in the person of Slavik, had come from the skies to wander alongside her. Perhaps that might’ve been why she’d come back again — to reminisce in a little sundrop of memory amidst the gloamy veil that’d been pulled over her family of three. The more she lingered in this place where the cold was dismissed by her wisping hide, the pale hind was sure of it.

Usually, for comfort, she would gather her  (growing)  children in her arms, or turn aside into Vercingetorix’s nightly chest; but both of these wonts of hers were deemed unavailable at the time by none other than her must for solitude... And so, once she’d told said family where she meant to list to, she’d went. Went to breathe, to mull, to think.

So here she came, and here she was; halted by a memory that wasn’t there.