A Quiet Fire

Quincy

Mar’s faith was in the warmth around them both. He hesitated when he reached Valgar—it was difficult now not to think of him like that now—where he sat on a slightly elevated platform. Yara had never minded that he was tall, but...

Oh, he thought. He wants me.

“That seems like quite enough to warm you up for the final climb, does it not?” Mar asked them, casually standing up and dusting off her own clothes from the fine snow that clung to them.