Duskfire Glacier it's been a long season through

iana gives him an introduction: the stranger's name is lane; and offers him context that she comes with promise and from the some situation that drove him here. this draws the tundrian's glacial gaze from his gamma to the newcomer with unbridled curiosity. it had been some time ago since the ending of the spearian empire ...in fact, his leg spliaced by a piece of hurling rock in his escape was healed. the scar flesh was fresh; puckered and angry red but he was healed.

to himself, he wonders where had she been during that time.

had she sought refuge in moonglow with the others?

if so, what drove her here?

the woman, lane, speaks then and it does not fall beneath the tundrian's notice that she sidesteps actually naming the event. he understands. in it, he'd lost his home and his mentor ( and first crush ). even now, when the night is quiet and the glacier creaks and shifts against the rock that cradles it he finds himself flinching and creeping ever closer to those nightmarish memories.

i was apart of moonspear when it happened. i escaped but not without a physical reminder. as if the mental was not bad enough; he cannot help but think. he gives a small pause to ensure that he's composed, that he can keep the memories trapped in the floodgates. if you seek refuge here, lane; you are welcome.