Duskfire Glacier golden days.

Mischief glimmered in her expression, and Lane opened her mouth to reply. 

However, she was interrupted by her son's swift appearance. He looked frozen on the spot, and he uttered only one word: Mama. 

"Well, how's that for a password?" Lane breathed, gaze snapping to the guardian for a moment before settling once more upon her child. 

"Come here, then," she crooned to the boy. She held her position, waiting for him to approach despite her eagerness to have him near. She was made a little cautious by the chilliness in his tone and expression. Was he mad, then? Really? She hadn't thought him capable at such an age.