Duskfire Glacier all the stars are closer

faust meets his brother’s gaze, steady and unwavering. there is something rare in his expression—something softer, though still edged with the steel that had been tempered by hardship.
darukaal, he repeats, as if cementing it in stone. here. beneath the glacier. his voice is firm, certain, as if it had always been this way, as if the glacier had always been meant for them.
fenris’ question earns the smallest twitch of faust’s lips. an invitation? he would not have his little brother anywhere else.
of course it’s ours, he says, nodding once, final. it always was.