Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

His gaze followed her direction, the slender point of her nose directing his eyes to the spine. Moonglow? Wisteria eyes brightened. He felt excited to inform her of their presumed connection; I know that mountain!

But then…

A name. Her name. His sister’s name.

V- He took a deep breath, then said in quiet disbelief: Vairë? Nuiruk. Unmistakable, then. This was her. My- He’d never known the companionship of siblings, but he had always dreamed of it. A shudder passed through him, fear and joy jockeying for a position at the forefront of his thoughts, and he stared at her, looking to every inch of her as if he could sear each detail into his memory. It suddenly made sense why he might’ve mistaken her for their mother, if even just for a moment.

Mother spoke of you often… She did not always remember, but when she did, it almost always started with a memory of her beloved children. She wanted me to know you. I want to know you. He took an involuntary step forward.