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He admired the icicles, intrigued by the way the sunlight shone through them, how they seemed to steal the colours of the world. Stratos, he answered, with another quirk of a smile, and finding the name he had given her quite fitting, in the way her words flitted softly like the birds of the forests and fields.

Qupanuaq is good for you, he said, but Ani is prettier. And he finally stopped looking at the icicles to look at the girl again.

He met her eyes in that moment - something he hadn't quite yet done - and his ears filled with a peculiar hum. She radiated with a golden glow that filled him with sunlight, and his cheeks warmed, despite the frigid air.

Silence fell from his mouth -

until Stratos laughed and shifted his gaze away to turn to the icicles, as though casually admiring them again. I have not seen such huge icicles, even in my village, and he gave her a sideways smirk, if you find biggest, strongest one, bet I can knock it down.