Frostfire Ridge a last minute man of faith

despite her horror at being discovered by one of the glacier-dwellers, coraline was fascinated. the boy was rugged and smelled of ice and greenery, entirely foreign in his bearing and the way he walked. he certainly looked as if he'd been made to dwell in this harsh and colorless place. more than ever, she longed for the sea.

but while she was here, perhaps she would try to learn about the world beyond the cliffs. the boy addressed her, seeming as startled as she was by their abrupt encounter. are you from moonglow? he asked, and she quickly shook her head.

i be from sapphique — by de sea, she told him, longing in her voice when she spoke of the sea. i came here wid my sister, mireille. perhaps he knew her? she eyed him, trying to be discreet as she took in the sheer bulk of his still-growing form.