Blackfoot Forest Watch carefully the magic that occurs

He listens calmly, with bated breath, not wanting to miss a single word. It was not a happy story, although most stories worth telling were not of a pleasant descent. His gaze returned to the setting sun, getting lost in the telling of its history. As the sun finally fell, and the moon began her ascent, Sia gained a haunted look.

He could feel the tickle of understanding, and turned his head back toward his family. He felt as though he were the sun and Shivali the moon, how he longed to be the brother she had once though him to be. They hadn't spoken much, Sia wished to give her the space she needed, they were not as estranged, but things had definietly changed.

Once more his eyes fell on the moon, "He never meant to hurt her." The brute whispered sometime after the woman had concluded. "Is there any salvation for the Siqiqniq? How is he to forgive himself, if the Tiqaaq will not." He could feel the pain, and knew the Sun felt the same. The story had struck close to the heart, Siarut held his sisters nearest and now he felt as though he had would chase them for an eternity, without any hope of redemption.