Duskfire Glacier Sun is shining, it's over

luxury, yes, and it was a lie to say that silvertongue had not considered it. draped with silken furs, offered the sumptuous, rugged fare of this glacier; she felt a sense of belonging that she was not sure the creek would be able to recreate for her. it was a mean thought, one full of vanity. but neither did silvertongue veil the sheen of glassblue eyes as faust spoke of sending them with tribute, with furs and goodwill. she did not want akavir to deny this, but did not make her request ostentatious. faust was clearly in need of allies, offering an immediate peace in the north that her tactician-taught mind did not want to ignore. many a notion had been learned in the bed of a pharaoh. or a king. "a haven, with warriors in display at its peace," she sighed at the image made, a pretty sound intended to draw both their eyes. "who could deny that it was a place of harmony then?"