Duskfire Glacier ever since i was a kid,

"when he does march, we will be beside him. darukaal with be beside him." they must honor the crownore's wish for penance—had it not been his right? his wife lay in shambles, bloodied and left for death. 

perhaps it is selfish. but war is all she knows. it felt second nature, to storm into the frontlines with an unwavering ferocity. and perhaps it is the wildling within her. 

faust is weary. it's written in the hollows of his face, the slump of his shoulders. she understood his place and the pressure placed atop his shoulders, as she'd once felt it, too. when he had left hrafn and she had to step up to the plate. 

her heart aches for him, in way she cannot voice, cannot name. "do you remember," she started with a smile meant just for him, "when we used to flee deep into the woods and watch the stars?" her voice was quieter with reminiscence. welcoming of the fond memories they'd shared. 

"life was simpler back then, when we did not have to worry about wars and politics." svalla stood then, and gently bumped their shoulders together. an invitation in her eyes, a softness that rarely danced within them. 

"come. we will watch them again." because she didn't know when they would be able to again.