January 26, 2024, 06:48 PM
her first full day in moontide. alesya spent her time getting comfortable; she padded her bed — ulaq, as the moonpeople called it — with warm furs, aromatics plucked from the seaside and smooth stones of pale hue. she ate bison down to the bone and slept until mid-afternoon.
as the sun sank below the horizon, she sought to gather an offering for samani's spirit as she had promised. rodyn had given her clues, some hints; but the gifts would have to find her. alesya had not known the girl in life — but there was faith that she would speak to her in death.
two gulls sit just a ways up the beach, and the winter witch watches them intently. they croon and chitter between themselves. she thinks they may have something to tell her.
as the sun sank below the horizon, she sought to gather an offering for samani's spirit as she had promised. rodyn had given her clues, some hints; but the gifts would have to find her. alesya had not known the girl in life — but there was faith that she would speak to her in death.
two gulls sit just a ways up the beach, and the winter witch watches them intently. they croon and chitter between themselves. she thinks they may have something to tell her.