Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

Her father was dead and the valley was empty. This news surprised Glaukos, although he gave little indication besides the flit of his tattered ears, as if a bug were flying close. He is silent. Almost thoughtful, while she asks after his name.

The shifting of her body alerts him to something else, but he has no explanation for the rising hairs on the back of his neck. Glaukos. He states, raising his head as if to attention, with a soldier's bearing. The tension he feels adds a strength to his already bulky body, and he gets closer, drawn to her.

If not the valley, where? He didn't need to know, didn't really want to know — yet he wanted to linger, and this question could keep her from driving him away a little longer. Maybe he would have something worthwhile to report back to Germanicus after all? But the general was the furthest thing from Glaukos' mind right now.

He didn't know what he was thinking, if anything at all.