Duskfire Glacier But she'll bring out the best and the worst you can be

in those lingering moments of her voice, he looked through her.

as if she was the spirit of the bear come to haunt him. in that radiant brown and gold fur — and in those icy eyes the frigid sea had come to swallow him. he felt as if he looked at the embodiment of everything he had not been strong enough to defeat, or come to terms with.

his voice was held back, choked in his tight vocal chords.

when he looked at her it was with an eerily hollow gaze.