Moonsong Glacier mere man ki ganga

the ring of mountains he did not know. but moonspear—well, of course. his face lit with curiosity but also sympathy; whatever had transpired upon that great spire had been within this girl's lifetime, if she had been born there.

perhaps had lost much. . .

will you show me to your home? aditya asked, pointedly avoiding the moonspear in his periphery. he didn't want to ask, didn't want to dredge up old, terrible memories for her. he should learn more about what was, rather than what had been. i would like to meet your pack, if they'd allow.

ambassadorship, or the thought of it, lit a familiar fire in his breast. a purpose. he found himself even now straightening, rolling his shoulders back in an accustomed, easy manner.