Ocean's Breath Plateau out on sea ice

"then i will know who shares such a pretty hunt with me," chakliux ventured, though he grew wry and reserved at once. his stare moved across the ocean, its darkened waves paling to turquoise and then foam.
"names have power. your mother says so. it is why her songs hold names even if they do not." overstep. overfamiliarity. he moved boldly all the same.