Qeya River crow's cry

He spoke of place that tugged on her heartstrings. They did not outright have a place like that here but...there was the glacier, nearby, with its nightly shows of skyfire.

It was easy, for a moment, to think of Gleipnir.

A thought banished in favor of the here and now.

You don't speak without meaning though. She complimented, a small lift at the end of her lips. The glacier — She gestured to the land north of them. It is almost like your loch teine. At night the sky lights up, full of colorful fire.

What would you say if I gave you a task to go there?

She did not order him on such a thing.