Duskfire Glacier roakshore

the weight of his brother’s shoulder pressed against his own—solid, real. a presence he had not known since they were boys.

his eyes did not leave the expanse before them. ice and stone, endless and brutal. this land would take the weak and break them. but them? they were not weak.

i’ve settled, he allowed, though the word felt foreign on his tongue. he had not yet let himself believe it. he gives his coat a faint shake, while breath curls white into the air.

the quiet fallen between them is only filled by the wind’s low howl.

then—

i am glad to be here. simple, honest. a rare thing. but it was truth. he inhales: i am glad to be at your side.