Dawnlark Plains tender like a dove

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silatuyok does not speak at first. she only looks—past him, past the edge of the plains, to where the great glacier rises like a god. it steals her breath.
but not her purpose.
sister, she says at last, voice quiet, broken with accent. i look for her.
a pause, her head bowing slightly. she... go north. i follow.
then her pale eyes shift to kaelith. gratitude in them, wordless and soft.
thank you.