Duskfire Glacier northbound

for a moment, as she stands within silence only broken by wild northern winds, she wonders if he'd even come. it'd been years since they last were together. had he forgotten? had she a place in his mind still, even after all this time, as he held one within hers?

the thought is bitter acid on her tongue. a knife that twists. if he would not come to her, she would find him. she would track him down through the depths of hell if needed.

but then there's a figure over the horizon. black, back-lit by the sun, before it moves closer. her heart twists and aches as she stares up at the boy she once knew, now grown into a rugged man. a commanding one. a true wildling, should he have stayed at home. their kin...they would be so proud.

she expected to feel bitter rage. she expected to clash blades with him, same as blackfell, or perhaps even worse. because while blackfell's disappearance stung, faust's nearly undid her. he was the one who'd taken a piece of herself with him on his leave. the child within her rouses, and threatens to put a heavy chink in the armor she'd crafted after so many years.

as blackfell had bluntly stated, they were not children anymore. she would not let him see the sorrow she still carried. she was strong now, strong than she'd ever been...

but he utters her name with such conviction it hurts. 

something dances within her eyes for a only a moment, before her armor hides it.

"you've grown." she spoke, voice clipped. she moved closer, circling him. assessing him. he wasn't the same gangly teenage boy she used to beat in spars, but a true northman. her lip curls; she must act disgusted, less she reveal the attraction that once fueled the fire in her veins as children. 

"and you left. to claim a fucking glacier, no less." she spat, her tail lashing with irritation. "and all you can think to say to me, after all this time, is my name? you disappoint me, faust."