Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

and just like that, the solitude is broken.

her lips lift in a snarl, and she grows even more wary, picking up her pace, as the figure's scent wafts closer and identifies him as male. a great, burly man, built not unlike Prophet—but less striking, with pelt of various shades of gray—

her pace slackens as he draws closer, his face coming into clearer view, and his smell growing more distinct.

when they were children, they were on equal footing. now, even more than the last time she'd seen him, he looms over her like a mountain, and she a warning, flickering flame at its base.

even from the periphery, she'd know him anywhere.

you, Avicus spits, turning to face him head-on.