Larksong Grotto Moves west, flowers' shadows

It occurred to Sobo belatedly that he had asked one too many questions at once, so when Veteran exclaimed about the speed of lizards, he nodded his head with excitement but chose not to comment again until there was a lull. He for sure wanted to revisit the subject.

He followed Veteran’s line of sight into the trees. He couldn’t say he’d ever noticed, but he would look that way someday and then he would see the way the sun turned to flame on the glacier’s icy face. Veteran explained more about the glacier, comparing it to the sea, which made Sobo frown.

How can it be a sea when it be ice? he wondered without any condescension. The sea was alive, wild and powerful. Ice was… Well… Ice. Da sea, she be black water far as de eye can see, but at de shore she be gentle. Most days. Sometimes de sea, she takes lives. It be dangerous ta swim in, he smiled then, a daring little smile that would look very much at home on his da Njord’s face, but ya feel alive in it, too. Is de glacier like dat?