Moonsong Glacier crystophora

she remembered wrong, of course. her memory had always been fickle; changing to suit her circumstances. changing to protect important shards of her. sulukinak had once been whole - but over time like all glaciers, pieces broke, and fell away.

this place would never be like the everdark. nothing would male sense in its entirety. she had to adapt and to do that she had to understand - but she struggled and did not know why.

it is not wrong to want things.

but you are my friend. my dutch. now sounding like such a child! and she did withdraw, coiling in to herself rather than being comforted by him. she knew this didn't make sense.

he could be friends with others! he could take wives, be husband. a plume of warm air rose from her and she, agitated, remembered seeing the dancing one [towhee jr] punching snow.

she crunched some, glaring at the shape her paw made as moodily as any teenager. she didn't feel better. there were too many women here and it wasn't fair that they all had eyes on her man! but he wasn't her man, not really.