Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

faust watches him, expression unreadable, the flicker of something dark behind his green eyes. it was not my father to kill, he says simply, a weight behind the words. that was yours to carry.
a pause. he lets ivarr pass, lets him take in the glacier, the stretch of white wilderness that now belonged to them. there is approval in his brother’s gaze, and faust acknowledges it with the slightest incline of his head.
darukaal, he finally answers. the name rolls off his tongue like a blade being unsheathed. the blood talon.
his gaze turns out toward the frozen expanse, the wind whistling over the ice. this is ours now.