Duskfire Glacier golden days.

Would it be okay if we moved the thread date forward to August 3rd?

Lane's pace slowed considerably as the gentle terrain of the Dawnlark Plains ended abruptly at the edge of the moraine. She picked her way through the rocky debris and churned dirt, spurred forward by the gathering of storm clouds on the western horizon. The last thing she needed was to turn an ankle when she was this close to arriving back home, however she also didn't want to appear in front of her children as a soaked, matted mess when they hadn't seen her for eight days. 

Eight days. It had been one day longer than the week she had promised the children, but surely they weren't able to count as high as seven and eight yet..? Lane stuffed down the guilt that churned on her gut. The kids were fine. Tzila and Wintersbane were great caregivers and a whole lot more emotionally stable than Lane had been over the previous week. She'd needed the vacation. She'd never asked for any this.

The earthy soils of the moraine were eventually swallowed by the wet and slippery sheet of ice that was the Polaris Icefield in the summer. Normally at this time of day, sunlight would be glaring harshly off of the icefield's layer of meltwater, but the clouds had already swallowed the sinking sun. Thunder rumbled ominously, and Lane brought her pace up to a trot. She closed the distance toward the Duskfire border, her footing slipping every now and then upon the melting ice.