Noctisardor Bypass [m] ashkola

there was a — distance — between them that was not only physical. heda was unsure of how to even broach what her sister had said. she felt dismal, as though she were sitting in a pool of slowly heating water and the only way out was to burn herself.
heda found herself unappealing and certainly any man would too, save anselm, who had hated her before and after. compared to druid, she was a downright hag. 
self-consciously she lifted a paw to her cheek, staring down into the doom-eyed wavering reflection on the lagoon's surface. "we didn't go too many places when i was here. by then i was already leaving, to that glacier in the taiga. duskfire was its name at the time."
idle. stupid. she wanted to turn to glaukos and ask right out.