Dawnlark Plains you're a poem of mystery,
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lyrics taken from requiem on water · imperial mammoth

and she would not stop moving. the blood of snowpelt and waterdiver peoples coursed within her, powering a small body to be an unstoppable force. and although she did not appear to be much of anything at all, she had tackled her fair share of caribou and thick-skulled oafs alike. kurauviatu man came to mind. and so she would walk in search of a husband and a better life. with high standards but careful expectations, as she knew...

...one should not get too cocky.

thick sheet of white laid upon the ground, now. woman found herself murmuring, humming a small tune: sukkaittumik, aujakkut tasikkut aujakkut, tukiliarluni qitianut, seemingly motivated by her trek through what could be thought of as a lake of snow. paws sunk deep into the soft falling of wintertime. taaqtuanguniqpaamik imarmik, nani iqiasugunnarmangaatta. she had always thought of it as a love song.

itinngajut qaanganiittut, rala kept singing as she walked, her paws moving in rythmn with her voice, now. carefully plucking notes from her throat, singing a song her aunts had sung. one that, when younger, she had thought to be of affection. but her perception of it seemed to slowly change as she continued: takunnaqtut qummuattitausimajunik, inuusiqarunniiqtunik, marruliarisimajattinnik ataani. a frown upon pale features.

but the next line would come to her with song-singers ease. ammalu taliit niutitillu ataaniikkaluaqtillugit, nagligusungniq siutinni tusaqsauniaqpuq, tamarmik jagaijausimaliqtillugit tilligausimaliqtillugillu, perhaps she had been right in her first estimation. this song, from the words that rolled of her tongue, was that of love. and so she smiled, now. her feet paused as she assessed her surroundings, careful.

nalligijara suli taikaniinniaqtuq. the melody would leave her maw. she stood, here, on the plains. surveying, watching for any sign of movement, any deer or caribou or rabbit ; a morsel, a meal. tail swayed back and forth, black nose drew in scents.
thread titles from faded from the winter · iron & wine