Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

he introduced himself and his company, and she answered back with a brisk "nephele," as an introduction of her own.

he presented his conditions upon the possibility of her acceptance, and in this she became pensive. she mulled over his words, chewing them well with intention and reasoning. contracts and negotiation were a normality for the bleached viper, and in this she felt a stroke of comfort.

finally after a few moments she gives a curt nod and a quick, "these terms are acceptable," just as the raven soars free in brooding vexation.