Duskfire Glacier The stars welcome him with open arms

Siarut saw her quick swip of her shoulder, and his frown grew. Her hoarse voice reached his ears, and he stopped just behind her, off to her left side, giving her space to breath. "What's wrong Uki?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but he knew she could hear him.

The moon glistened above, watching them through the haze of the evening. Although the night was beautiful, and bright Siarut's gaze remained fixed on the form of the pale woman in his company. Her alabaster coat matching the paleness of Tiqaqq overhead. He waited patiently, letting her take as much time as she needed to respond to his question.