Elara shook her head, her eyes scanning the canopy, the distant waterfalls, the dragons circling high above.
"No. But Frostborne is surrounded by a similar wall of ice." She paused, something shifting behind her expression. "I always thought ours was the only one."
Maelor turned to her so fast Gav thought his neck would snap. "There's another ice wall?"
"There was," Elara said. "Whether it still stands is a question I can't answer."
Maelor opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "How many hidden civilizations are you women casually aware of?"
Elara looked at him with the patience of a woman who had answered stupid questions her entire life. "More than your sources cover."
Maelor's eye twitched.
The jungle pressed in around them, gold light cutting through the canopy. The sounds of distant waterfalls echoed ahead, and the warm air sat heavy, almost blistering. Unnatural for a place walled in by a thousand-foot prison of ice.
