Bramblepoint k e l t e n t r a u e r

He found himself endeared to her the moment she turned his way, but Stratos had only ever known what it was to have sisters, and he didn't think twice about the feeling. He had no brothers, after all, and the memories of Mojag's companionship had started growing stale. Remnants of a childhood he had begun to grow beyond.

The girl reminded Stratos a little of Callyope, too. He smiled as with wide-eyed wonder, she looked about the world.

"Tingmiaq," he repeated, a trail of laughter in his voice. There was something warm about the way she stumbled about the pronunciation, and he felt less out of place doing the same with the common tongue, which she already seemed well versed in, "my people's word for bird. But now that you speak, I call you qupanuaq instead," he stepped nearer, "songbird," he said, gaze first on her sunlight eyes, before he looked to the icicles to admire them as she had a few minutes before. "Better for you, I think."