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

gone. asperas contemplated this, expression far-away as her father continued. mind journeyed miles in mere moments, only winking back to the here and now when merrick laid a question of his own at the unchild's paws. for several long moments, asperas stared.
horrors, she said, in a tone of agreement. and then: hear. whether this was a correction or elaboration, asperas did not clarify.