Moonsong Glacier sif's hair

Too soon Fjall felt her pull away, but it was only to inform him of the additions to their family, the furthering of Lótë’s legacy. He may not have thought of it in those terms if he knew of the resentment.

I’m an uncle? He gasped. That is wonderful news! He was excited, tail churning back and forth as he embraced her again and then released her for the final time. I would love to meet them, if I can. Ah! I should bring gifts, he started to babble, nervous. What are some of their favorite things? I must greet each of them with a boon. Oh, I- I will need to get you a boon as well. What are some of your favorite things? I’ll have to gather them before the next full moon when the boon will be most strong.

Having grown up a lonely child, he’d partly invented some of his own myths and theological beliefs. Such superstitions were naturally a part of that.