Tagra

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The hours of night went by. When the clock announced the beginning of the new day, both travellers stirred from the torpor with greater ease than ever, and rushed to break open the shell of packed snow that had sheltered them. The air outside was still cold and bitter, and the snowfields still bathed in a dim blue, but its taste had shifted somewhat. The spring solar cycles were well underway, now; it would not take long for sunlight to take possession of land, as it already had on the wind-scoured coast. Going by Giya's estimates, it was quite possible to reach the edge of the ice that very day; if not, the next one. It was a thrilling thought.