Silver Moraine multieyed raven

he clasps a hand over his brother's shoulder, settling a stern, emotional gawk upon the man. looking him over, once more. seeing in him painful memories of the past, and ones comforting all the same. tvar—vahaelarr—had never known their mother. but he remembered her eyes, in distant dreams. he heard her voice, heard the songs she would sing.

faust had her eyes, as did tvar. faust wore her gold crest, as did tvar. but the both of them were haunted with their father's harsh face, his onyx fur. tvar swallowed stiffly, ignoring the urge to weep. he instead speaks. don't just stand there, bastard. the northerner laughs, moving suddenly.

crunching over snow and ice in the direction of the glacier. show me this darukaal.