and he was just like a great dark wing

Deluge made her way north, to the great ice cathedral. She hadn't thought to try and hide the scent that lay thick across her coat. It never crossed her mind that anyone might have a problem with it. Once she thought Dread might, but he hadn't made any moves of his own so she just assumed she'd misread the situation and that he only wanted to be friends. It was no skin off her nose, but a girl had to feel desirable sometimes and she wouldn't push herself on an unwilling participant. As they dropped their heads to fight against the snow and the wind, it didn't dawn on her that Dread was so quiet. Quieter than usual.

Snow still came down here in sheets, even at the height of summer. They worked around the edges of the great structure, looking to see if there was any way in. Finally, a crack in the ice presented itself, and it was a squeeze, but Deluge managed to wriggle her way in. The difference between outside and inside, well the absence of the wind made the silence almost deafening. Scattered and toppled pews filled the largest part of the cavern, and stained glass windows encased in ice left an eerie impression of colour in the air. It was a breathtaking sight, she found herself unable to move, mouth slightly agape. Who had made it, and where were they now?

“Speech”