Moonsong Glacier akiaguk ¤ {m}

She touched his shoulder and while the sensation lingered, he gradually lifted his eyes to her own. Ariadne looked away almost instantly by chance, and he smiled after her.

Slow is still progress. I do not mind.

Kilgitsuk wondered what she would make of the fur. Perhaps something to wear, or to warm her bed; at this he felt insecure and moved on from the thought as quickly as he could: I could scout a route first if you'd like, and find an easier way up before we go? If that would help.