Permafrost Hollows everlong

it would be good to show him.

it would be good for her sons to know those that came before her.

when they are better on their feet, i think.

and she smiled, thinking fondly of what galathilion might look like as he grew in to his body; what the timbre of his voice might be like, or — and she is startled by this flicker of a thought — what if he never spoke at all?

a doubt swept across her face which she did not hold for long.

what of your anaa? where had he come from, except her dreams?