Moonsong Glacier Dreams of what I once claimed to know.

Under the glassy evergreen stare, Keres froze, watching her just as she was watched in this moment. Tension sung in the air and, though she knew it was not directed at her, she was careful to not overstep here where the ice of the moment was as thin as glass. The words of the mournful Kukutux were met with a gentle nod, her own attention moving to the crumpled form then. She wondered what his story was, wondered if this was where his story ended or, perhaps, where the chapter broke only to start anew on a page fresh and without words.

Of course, Came the only suitable answerr, for who was she to argue? She had offered help and the request made was easy enough, turning from the broken man and the healer that sought to soothe his hurts. Off to search again, hunting the glacier for a splash of color against this stark, white world.