Moonsong Glacier fall at your feet

I figured she'd hear the ruckus

A song, not for her, but for the moonvillages.

Tulugak's head shot up, the hairs along her spine prickling with unease. It did not take a genius to decipher that something was very, very wrong. She had left Taqtara to bathe in the hotsprings in favour of traversing trails through Neverwinter, comforting as it was now held a more sinister feeling. 

What of cloud woman? Her brow furrowed as she recalled the last time her friend had been present - or well, absent - here. The memories weren't exactly pleasant. Nevertheless, she still held Ariadne dear to her heart. Breathless, she raced north towards the glacier, towards Morningsong. If Ariadne was to be anywhere, it would be here, right?

"Ariadne!" she cried, face slick with worry. The glacier loomed and leered above her head.