Duskfire Glacier Bathe yourself, in the light

faust watched him in silence—his brother, blood of his blood, no longer the fumbling boy who had once darted after him through the snow. kaelith’s words rang with conviction. they weren’t empty, either. there was a strategy there, a spine.
he let the stillness settle a moment longer before drawing in a slow breath through his nose.
you’ve been listening, he said finally, the edge of something almost like pride touching his voice, though it remained quiet. thoughtful. more than i realized.
his eyes flicked to the treeline where the blackbirds had vanished, where the horizon held still with its hush of waiting.
they struck at our spirit, not just our numbers. if they believe they’ve silenced us— his jaw clenched, —they are mistaken.
he glanced to kaelith then, gaze steady. i won’t bring the fight to saatsine’s children. but i will bring it to the wolves who marked themselves as enemies. downwind, yes. swift and precise.
then, a pause—his voice softer, more personal.
you speak like a man, kae. father would have been impressed. so am i.