August 25, 2020, 08:10 PM
The canopies overhead cast the land below in shadows, hardly allowing space for the moon’s light to pass through. Something about the sight was familiar to the young leader, although he could not place it. He remembered the glacier and, more than anything else, the sea—but was there something before the both of them? Something as shaded as these woods they temporarily called home? He couldn’t remember, not even a hint of an image crossed his mind. But there was a knowing glint in the uppik’s eyes, something she wasn’t sharing, and that only made his head ache more. Groaning, the northerner lashed his tail and pinched his eyes shut, now trying to shoo away the headache he’d brought on. Perhaps it would be best if he never remembered.