Silverlight Terrace snow thunder

firegirl did not know.

cold filled her mouth, her senses; the touch of impending snow upon the air always reminded her of the first memory.

the succor of cedar, though akmaaksi could not know its name; it existed only in her mind.

opening her eyes, she clutched tautukpik with one arm and glanced out across the wilderness, beyond the forest to the glacier, beyond the shine of that ice to the sea.

blood called for snow.

she had not the words to say it.

shining eyes turned to her brother with an expression akmaaksi had never before borne upon her countenance.