Moonsong Glacier then because she goes

a muffled chuckle to the beast's availing of gods' various cruelties.

they hopped nearer another corner of the plinth, icewater eyes observant of the sodden manner of this hunter's pose. their tongue ran along their beak, considering the words.

aye, more like it, indeed, and few knew they'd be so, too! ney, can never be sure! great mothers and mighty hunters, yet they was all once soft-shelled eggs. any could one day be god.

pause, as if only now noticing their partner in conversation.

mayhaps, even you.