Duskfire Glacier Autumn was soft

The moon child heard the thumping of eager paws before she turned to see the dark figure who bobbed toward her. The blue in his eyes reminded her of clouded summer days. The skies over Moonglow had been so vivid with color. Samani felt herself realizing nostalgia for the first time. The glacier boy continued to make his way toward her with eager steps and a winning expression.

The moon child bowed her head respectfully to the boy. They were visitors in his land, after all. She wondered what he was doing but did not elect to ask him. Instead, Samani drew her gaze back up and regarded him with a careful stare.

Hello, glacier boy, she said.

The jade of her eyes fixed on the scar that stretched across his face. She thought of the story Kigipigak had shared with her and frowned thoughtfully. Did this boy lay his father to rest, too? Were all men intended to receive marks mistaken for bravery? Samani thought to ask and held it on the tip of her tongue.