I have never been a mother.
Never understood it, either.
I've seen the eyes of the other IceWings, curled around their clutches of eggs, and I've never been able to comprehend the warmth within their gazes.
How can a creature so cold burn so fiercely?
How can we - we who are sculpted of ice and ruthlessness - be moved by such a frivolity as love?
It's always seemed senseless to me.
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The Shallows
FanfictionThere is something in the water, and General Oapha resolves to find out what it is.
