Moonspear my reign is built upon hypocrisy and all my casualties

As she drew closer he was reminded of his time in Moonglow; he had the memory of being fed, being tricked to the mountain and held there upon it. The close cropping of his missing ear gave a psychosomatic throb in response.

She smelled the same. There was an additional subtle note of something indicative to the elderly — but maybe that was imagined too, for she looked so much the same, as if made of ice, ageless.

Neither did I. He thought he had escaped much, but that had never really been proven to Glaukos. All he thought of himself, of his prowess and power, and he still ran from each mistake.

She did not look impressed. Why was that something he needed from her, of all people?

Tiuttuk calls you Grandmother, he remarks next — Sialuk is yours, too, then. Except that free spirit had drifted away from the mountain.