Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

once she'd recovered here, bleeding tongue limp upon the eyes, waiting for death. that day, moonwoman had taken her speech—at least some of it—and what had meant to be a simple raid with Karst had gone belly-up.

she's older, now, and perhaps a little wiser.

and yet, as she stares at the shadow on the horizon that must be moonwoman's mountain (is it still?) she feels much like that girl who'd taken on the world and to hell with the odds. part of her still is. children and responsibility have anchored her somewhat, but her failure in the hinterlands had burrowed deep into her core;

had struck that angry little yearling who just wanted her mother, and nothing much else.

it's misty, and the moon is barely a sliver, but at least the snow's stopped falling. the white expanse lends some semblance of direction and place; she's still in heat, and her lover has all but worn her out on that front.

Avicus relishes the solitude, loping across the empty glacier, her strength finally beginning to return post-illness.

@Glaukos? ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡ °) set for the night of the 20th