Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

He stayed in the woods behind her sometimes. His name was Fjall. She knew that name, buried somewhere in her subconscious beneath a world of pain and confusion. Vairë’s face gave an odd twitch. The doe blinked her eyes, twitched her nose a few times.

He did not fade. It could be coincidence but..

I live on the mountain, over there. She pointed over her shoulder at the Spine’s high, majestic peak.

I am Vairë. Her shoulders shook, her knees wobbled. She felt both like a child and like an old woman. She swallowed.

Vairë Nuiruk Sveijarn. Was this him? The little brother she had never gotten to see?