Duskfire Glacier [m] diet mountain dew

he seemed surprised. lousine blinked at him, but her smile grew larger. for you to eat it.

she wondered if his mother ever did anything like this for him. she pictured him as a baby, a little round-cheeked chubby kid with a dribble of snot running down his nose and a pouty brow. an angry priestess mother, cold and unyielding. a son who wanted nothing more than a little love.

she watched him eat the way he so oft did to her, studying his movements and trying not to let him see the gleam of her eyes.