Duskfire Glacier jimmy, you should switch it up

show him she shall.

lousine began to lead him further into the woods, out toward the furthest edges of the glacier's range. there, exposed earth beneath the permafrost gave life to certain hardy flowers — fescue and fireweed, mainly — which lousine stopped to pluck a stem or two of each.

fireweed has a lot of uses, she'd commented at one point while they walked. if you throw some petals in clean water and drink it, it's said that it can treat a number of conditions.

next came wood. she carried the sticks in her maw, searching for the sturdiest and healthiest ones scattered along the forest floor. she was meticulous about color, length, width — they all had to be similar.

a clearing in the woods revealed a bed of moss sitting beneath looming spruces. buried beneath the loam were pebbles, all of varying size and hue, and lousine gathered as many as she could.

before either of them knew it, an hour had passed and they were trekking mud into the snow. lousine was giddy, skipping ahead of faust and humming a flowery tune. she turned back toward him to cast him a glance with a frisky, playful glint in her eye. you know, the gods will be very pleased that you're doing this with me.