We Were The Kings and Queens of Promise

Kiela's world had no real room for grief. Grief was weakness, at least when it came to who she was as an individual - all she had were her reindeer, her spirituality, and her kin. Her place in this world was temporal at best and she knew that those who floated in and out of her orbit tended to be just as fleeting. Some she might meet again, but more often than not they'd be like a shooting star in the night sky; some brilliant and illuminating, but certain to fade into nothingness as quickly as they appeared. She paid far more mind to the seasons and the cycles of wildlife than she ever did the affairs of other wolves... though she knew not all were like her. Some preferred the company of others to that of trees and plants and reindeer; she couldn't relate but she could understand it. She let out a wistful sigh as she briefly looked around her, attention shifting to the tall tree trunks before falling back to Sev as she spoke up.

"It is quite beautiful. I would recommend seeing it up close, if you ever find yourself near it." The structure was alive, at least to her - as alive as Sev herself, Kiela was sure of that. "The ice bridge, it is far north, past the tower of ice. As far as you can go. I tried crossing it, but..." Kiela shook her head. "The journey would not have been.. I would not have lived, I don't think. Too cold." And coming from her, that was saying quite a bit. "I do not remember seeing it before, but I do not know how something could simply appear." Though she'd been perplexed by it, she didn't put too much thought into it either. The complexities of the world were not all comprehensible to her and she wouldn't pretend to understand this particular phenomenon.