Moonsong Glacier torn butterfly wings

"cluny the scourge." it brought to mind a pestilence, or perhaps saltwater, licking slowly upon far-flung shores. "you've found me out. it's cluny," merrick admitted, rolling his remaining eye skyward. "i forgot!"
a titter. he had stopped to look at the sky, and to shiver beneath the harsh bite of the glacier.
"it's not the best sort of place for me."