Duskfire Glacier Sittin' quiet and still

[size=large]"lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones"[/size]

[size=small]In all truth, Maera did not think of his coat as special. The term 'special' was well, special all by itself and as a teen of few connections and many criticism she abstained from attributing the adjetive to things other than her immediate family and the objects she stored for them. It would be a shame for him to one day realize that silver and gray dominated greatly the population of the Teekon Wilds.
And it would a shame for Maera to realize that this meant that her father and sister were small specks in a sea of grey; one that would be impossible for her to navigate alone.

Your palace, he answered, an affirmation that was quickly reasurred by a nod of head. The Glacier belonged to the Sveijarns alone. It had been like that since the beginning and in time it would be so again.
You're a princess, he added, earning another nod this time accompanied with a prideful smile. Even if the crown would legitimally belong to her eldest sister, in her tragic absence, it was Maera who would wear the title she had left behind.
Is Malachi your dad? As quickly as he had begun to win the female's liking over he shattered it all. In an exaggerate huff she emptied her lungs, throwing a little steam cloud in his direction. "No," she barked, her tone holding the same sharpness of the cold that surrounded them.

"My dad is Njal Sveijarn, founder of this pack" she barked, as if expecting the name of her father to be inmediately recognized by the male. It was not the first time she played the 'My daddy is..' card but it would hopefully be the first time it worked.

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