Duskfire Glacier baasharrok

lousine followed. he didn't need to ask her to. she was almost always at his heel like a dog, watching quietly and unobtrusively. a little specter.

he seemed set on conquering the glacier today, and so she supported him in it despite the immense discomfort the hike caused her. artashat was mountainous, yes, but it was warm and sunny and the air smelled of sage and seasalt. at least it seemed warmer by comparison now, after so many days of such fierce cold.

but she was determined to stick it out.

she came up behind faust, stopping short of the ice he prodded at. please be careful, she made a clicking noise with her tongue. i don't want you to slip.