Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

"Iana good too," she encouraged in a bright chuckle, feeling a welling of warmth in her chest like the spray of Sedna's waves racking the cliffs -- though lacking in the arctic bite of the mists that Imaq so missed. It had been too long since she danced with another, danced with the lights.

"Kalallit dance to honor the ancestors. The spirits, the inua, that belong in everything," she continued to explain as they danced, a soft magick cast over the pair beneath the pallor of the moon. Imaq felt, for the first time, that perhaps the Glacier truly was in reach of Nunaat's spirits.