Qeya River tukisiviit ⩅

The Glacier had visitors. Allies. Ensio knew this. It was not lost to the boy. Little escaped his sharp eyed radar.  But with the upheaval of the death of his father and the suicide of his mother, his psyche was reeling. The only stability and form of certainty he found was in his brother, Arius. It was when he was with him, that he felt more grounded.

His anger still boiled. The wounds were raw. He needed an outlet. Finding that he was not yet ready to face Lane or Issorartuyok in fear that he would explode, he took off, beyond the boundary of Duskfire. He ran, pumping his legs furiously. He didn't stop, letting the burn in his muscles seep out, manifested as his pain and spite. It was good for him, this brutal exercise. He wanted to train, to grow strong so he might one day evolve into a formidable warrior. He ran on, unaware of the salty tears on his cheeks.