
i have not been with northfall long, but i suspect that in spring, streams run down from this glacier.agrippina turned her face toward oberon, though she did not meet his eyes. instead, she searched for the warmth of his continued, approving looks, feeling in them a validation that she began to understand as pride.
her mother had explained this, explained ego. but to experience it was to be a new sort of pupil, and she saw its danger. to search out this feeling over and again held a great appeal. oberon enjoyed the look of her, and agrippina was coming to realize she enjoyed, in the same way, his eyes upon her.
shall we break for a while? or shall we keep going?asked the guide, this time letting her eyes touch his own with a warm look before she pretended shyness and set attention back on the icy breadth.