Moonsong Glacier the tears that spill from her eyes

for @Cassandra. i feel like this is a weird post, lol.

while praimfaya had yearned for the earth to still and the rumblings of ire to cease the eerie silence that has befallen broken antler fen — absent the chirrup of crickets in the early dawn and late dusk, the croon of morning doves, the scuttle of foragers preparing their harvest for the frost months to come — leaves praimfaya with a icy unease. she settles ( stifles, rather ) this as best she can by border marking, scouring the wilderness for signs of straggling herds that have gotten caught behind in the mayhem of the earthquakes, by championing the recruitment efforts; for even if they are unsuccessful she shall rely upon word of mouth as a tool in her arsenal.

her trek to the glacier was a spontaneous one, giving the moonspear mountain range a wide berth and treading warily around neverwinter forest where the claim of wolves can be scented lingering on the towering pines. it is a mammoth remnant of what, perhaps, the teekon wilds had been once upon a time; and though the heat of the summer months have, she thinks, melted the topmost layers of the ice, ice still remains and she hugs the solid ground nearby, preferring it to the treacherous looking iceslick footpath. whatever view await her atop the glacier she shall leave for braver and more thrill-seeking wolves than she.