Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

Vairë kept her attention apt, focusing on Valiant’s words. Every name committed to a vast memory, every syllable held beneath her tongue. Later, perhaps, she would scrape into the dirt, and speak the names to old doe. Have them hang in the midnight air.

Wintersong… It came out in a mumble, a mere moment where Vairë considered a small child with winter bright fur and a clear voice. Like icicles hanging from pine trees over a glacial lake. Like the promise of a future that she was starting to believe in.

She shook herself after a moment, forcibly drawing her attention back to reality

I..wish to. My mother has raised many, I hope to follow in those footsteps. Moonglow village relies on its young just as much as its old. Moondoe looked over to the spine with a soft sort of affection, the kind you hold for a place, not a person. It would always be home, no matter where she went.