Moonsong Glacier hey dorothea do you ever stop and think about me?

moonsong, a place unknown and once unimagined. she did not know such a place that existed only in white might truly exist, and wondered at the meaning of her dream—the truth it had revealed, perhaps.
yes, she answered, first in a whisper, then in a howl, yes—I am Queen of the redsands, now. it is usually quite hot, and… snow, it is rare. I am of Akashingo, fair to share in turn, she felt—and she fell quiet, looking to her fellahin with interest.