Moonsong Glacier a dream within a dream

Recognition dawns and so Glaukos tenses, unsure of what to expect from her. From himself, even. They're both adults now and their history together isn't so fresh in his mind, but he cannot help feeling a familiar apprehension when their eyes meet.

Moonwoman? No. His reaction is visceral and sharp, his face a brief contortion of something only Avicus would recognize - loathing, maybe. Mereo. A soldier.

He was far from where he should be. Somehow Glaukos always returned to this place, only this time it was by happenstance — or so he thought. And you — the valley? Had she taken it over? He couldn't tell if she traveled far, as the air was thick with something else.