Duskfire Glacier So the lover must struggle for words.

Minutes filled with silence rolled by before the child even realized one of the fragrances impregnated on the walls got stronger. She remained on the floor, coiled up with her legs tucked underneath her chest to fight the imminent cold that would soon cover the Teekong Wilds. Though she this would be the girl's first winter, she could already feel the icyness crawl its way inside her bones, and she knew in the back of her mind it would only get colder with no one to cuddle with.

The little lighting that entered the den was soon interrupted by a boulder-like shape that casted strange shadows on the floor. With a drowsy yawn she lifted her head, and narrowed her eyes at the odd patterns that danced across the floor. She thought that the night was arriving early and that it was playing tricks on her little mind, but as soon as the so familiar silhouette of her father broke through the entrance she jerked herself off the ground; her body shaking as she tried to make herself believe this time it was not only a twisted dream.

"D-Daddy?" she called out, her voice shattering as she craned her neck to get a better view of his father in the darkness of the den.