Duskfire Glacier after midnight

aw!

northern nights were cold and long, but svalla embraced them. with the glacier so vast and open, she could admire the sunsets in their full glory; watching the sun make its crawl toward the horizon, and paint the glacier in hues of gold orange. 

setting the ice ablaze with light. it was a sight she often did not have time to indulge in. but when she did, it was with peace and quiet. contemplation. 

there was much to consider, much to dwell on. faust, blackfell—since when had she let men influence her so? she was her own woman! strong, independent. she'd survived all these years without them...

and she would do it again, if needed. 

she would try to soothe her mind beside a fire, its flames licking at the skies. popping and sending little embers of orange to float with the winds. she rest beside it, warming her side, chin tilted upward as she watched the moon claim the sky.