Golden Glade i'll follow you into the dark

Qvasir watched Mictec as she tested the ground, her words spoken aloud more to herself than to him. His green eyes followed her movements with quiet attentiveness, considering her observations. The soil was indeed thin, and while it explained the strength of the trees through their interconnection, it presented challenges for shelter.

You’re right, he said after a moment, his tone calm and measured. The roots hold together well, but they make digging harder. We’ll need to build above ground if this is the spot.

He stepped closer, pawing lightly at the ground beside her to test it for himself. The resistance confirmed her conclusion. Snow can insulate because it traps air, he explained, his voice steady but not condescending. It doesn’t give heat, but it keeps it from escaping.

He glanced at her, his expression thoughtful. We can use the trees. Their roots give stability, and their branches can help form a shelter. Combine that with packed snow for insulation, and it’ll hold against the wind.

He paused, his gaze shifting back to the area around them. But it will take time—and the right spot. If this ground won’t work for digging, we’ll need to adapt. That’s where your insight matters. He gestured with a subtle nod for her to continue, recognizing her ability to draw wisdom even from the land itself.