Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

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She had left her children under the watchful eye of their grandmother and stepped away. Trying to process the emotions she felt, it was not a conductive environment for any of her children. Vairë needed to be the strong woman, somehow become both mother and father to her children.

Every day she wished she still had Rhaegal.

A prey skin slung across her shoulders, the deep brown of an otter, she stepped out of the forest her mother meant to claim and squinted up at the glacier high above her head. The sun gleamed off its surface, and she had to turn her eyes away for fear she’d go blind. The turn of her head brought a billow of scent to her nose, and that made her blink.

Ariadne? She’d not seen her sister in some days. Was she around here? Wasn’t she supposed to be resting? Vairë felt the pull of the older sister tug at her gut, and she raised her head up to the glacier. That wasn’t rest, she thought to herself, beginning to stride for the monolith of ice. A boy, something almost familiar about him, in such a way it made her stomach twist, was at its base, looking just as concerned as she felt.

Excuse me! She called to the boy. Now that she was getting closer, she could see him more. And his features were familiar, but she shook off the deja vu like a duck shaking water from its feathers. The doe gave a friendly sweep of her tail.

Excuse me, do you live around here?