I like the same things about this story as I did about The Gift of the Snow Queen. There is nothing fully resolved, no instantaneous flash of complete comprehension and forgiveness. There is “real life” in this story.
There are a couple of things I really liked because of the images they created in my mind:
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The edges of her eyes tightened, the tips of her lips curled down. And then the brief kiss of a scowl vanished. "No, you don't," her resignation said.
I love “the brief kiss of a scowl.” I love how you set that up with “the tips of her lips” curling down. That was a great image.
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Dawn is interesting in the forest, especially with a mountain range to the east. Day doesn't break; it arrives in steps, lighting the sky before filling the spaces between the trees with cool light that doesn't cast shadows. It's full morning before the first rays are seen. It was just bright enough to dazzle when Satar walked up to me from where he had been clearing a new patch of ground for his garden.
That is beautiful, just beautiful.