Arrow Lake carrying her own sword

ingram was sleeping contently besides blodreina. unlike in his youth, sleep came easily now to the eyjolfur -- the years had been hard on him, and he had become better at controlling (or drowning, really) the youthful restlessness that had plagued his earlier years. snoring like a dog that had run the iditarod, ingram awoke only because even as heavy a sleeper as he was, he had become conditioned to answering any noise of praimfaya's, even if it was an idle complaint.

his eyes fluttered open blearily, and he snuffed and yawned as he took in his surroundings. blodreina was grooming an uncooperative praimfaya, and praimfaya had just stilled and was looking up at her.. wait, looking?

ingram propped up on his elbows, squinting at his child with a look of disbelief and joy. "reina," he whispered joyously, canting his muzzle towards praimfaya. "her eyes!"