Duskfire Glacier come on, dark star

The ice was cool underfoot.

She welcomed it, always.

Her wanderings had led her astray again in search of a way to patch the gaping wound in her heart, but nothing had come. Not even the spirits had made themselves known. Had they too shunned her? It was a bitter pill to swallow and one she was not willing to accept easily despite how her jaded body wished to.

Beneath the waning moon, Ulloriaq released a puff of breath from her nose and watched the snow melt beneath her feet.

Sedna had not abandoned her yet.