Silvertip Mountain to look into the mirror is to see the future, in blood and rubies

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surely she looked the picture of what his corvid had been in her youth;
when he was not traipsing the narrow shelves, acquainting himself with the mountain, he too was within the cave that glittered.
he lay in repose, watching his strange daughter glower toward the bones.
merrick spoke, rising: "the bears are why we have our power," a voice firm, resonant, gliding into the crystalline corners. "i saw him die."
for surely it was the self-same bear.
he nudged asperas closer to the great, grinning skull. "you know it as well as i do, night-pearl."