Duskfire Glacier Tuttusiugiak

Relief flooded him like a tidal wave. Pride swelled in his chest. The tiny spark of trust grew stronger...burned a little brighter. The Duskfire still had some reservations with the man, but he would let time and his own actions, show whether or not his growing sense of trust was justified. "That is what I want. Unity. Not for us or my parents to be forgotten. I never wanted conflict."

The boy, in a rare moment, crumbled emotionally. Hard glacial eyes softened, almost pleadingly. He stepped closer, as if asking for permission to tuck in close. To receive the touch he so badly needed, if even for a moment. He was hardened, yes. Still very much a child. When and if his plea was granted, he would speak with pinned ears and downcast eyes. "I just...grew so angry. I didn't know how to channel it. I'm sorry. When I learned...saw my mother take her own life. She...she told me something...a secret...long ago when I was young..."