Moonsong Glacier isha

he didn't expect an answer, but when one came, his face lit with delight.

fallen sun, he repeated. it suits you, yaar. that wildfire pelt was just right.

with a small chuckle, he carried on, gesturing for the younger man to fall in step with him as he carried on along the border.

my son appreciates your help, i am sure, adi went on, even if he doubted the man's comprehension. it felt good to talk aloud, anyway. you seem strong and loyal. that is good.

and how many of these types had settled in morningside, and other ventures of his? they were good. they were steadfast. words meant little as long as they were constant.