Luneshale Pass my love, are you the devil?

new snow.

she had taken on her ajâtsuk's name. a decision to leave everything, including the tall trees and never ending meadows. here, she could see the stretch of the sky in all it's glory. aqillutaq had recovered her mind from its bleak state.

this land was like nothing she'd ever seen and exactly the newness she'd needed. away from dreven, from all of it. away from the violence he could not keep at bay. she stopped for a drink at the narrowing stream, a sign that perhaps she should not continue. a desire to know what inhabits this desert was growing within her.