Moonsong Glacier like every verse of a living, breathing fairy tale

he called, she did not answer.

he watched for her and when the moment drew too long, enough that he might go, she finally spoke from the dark.

they left. was all she said at first; wherever her voice came from, it lanced from the dark with an air of indifference, which was an obvious defense mechanism by the girl.

feel nothing; then, nothing hurts.

they came, they took, they went.

i told you so.