Moonspear kikiak ¨

small @Saviguk. kuktutux hovered over him. three days since his birth and he remained as beautiful as the first. the moondrop marveled over him, crooning the gently nasal songbeat of the isle she would never forget.

Slowly, instinctively, the young boy scuttled closer to that ever-present source of warmth. Of food. Of comfort. He wanted nothing more than to be near her, huddled up close in her ivory tresses. It was his greatest desire. One that later in life, would morph into a signature quirk. Savi was but days old, but already he was strong. With great effort, he hoisted his head up, which felt far too heavy on his neck, blindly reaching heavenward. One ink clad paw stretched out, as if to signal more, more!

more she gave, in the form of a low-pitched crooning nursery song, one she had heard sung to babies all her childhood. the words spoke of sending monsters back beneath the ice, of blood given to the sea to keep them away. a protective charm for her ice crystal, and she nuzzled his tiny chest as she sang.

Instinctively, he drew ever closer, pressing his crown up against her side. Not to feed, but to feel. This is where he sensed that wonderous, melodic vibration coming from. He was lured to it, letting the musical tunes wrap over him, casting their spell. Tiny muscles feeling the strain of holding his head up for just a little too long, Savi awkwardly lost his balance, tipping over onto his side. Now...how to get right side up again? He laid there, uttering not a sound, trying to figure out where the ground under his paws went.

she smiled to see saviguk attempting such things, and steadied him to his belly with a nudge of her muzzle. he was thoughtful, quiet; so new and yet she saw much of jarilo in his tiny frame. "hlam tutaqagiiyulax usxix hangakux," she teased him good-naturedly, the beginning sentence to a very old story that had been told to her by latux.

Ah there we go. Right side up again, all thanks to his mother's unwavering attentiveness. Had he been able to, he would have smiled in appreciation. But those days were a way off yet until his family would witness his gracious smiles of humble gratitude. His ears, still folded and closed, wiggled only faintly. Oh how he would have loved to hear her words of the tale she begun. But he felt them. Resonating within his being, fed to him by the gentle thrum of her voice. Conveying in the only way he knew how, to express his distant awareness like a newly lit flame, he rumbled softly, whisper like.

she went on, describing how the boy was chased by his family, who urged him to come down. but he did not — he leapt into the air, and flew. and he became the bird-in-the-stars, whom the traders follow south on their journey to warmer lands.

presently her lips curved into a smile. "they have chosen a name for you, my son, the ones beyond the lights. in your heart you will be ticasuk. do not speak it to any so long as you live, not even your wife." but all the same she nudged him, whispered her own in this moment before saviguk could truly hear her. "ulloriaq."

Tiny sides, still yet so delicate but containing a strong pair of lungs and an even stronger heart, heaved in a contented little sigh. It would be some time until he could hear her sweet words for himself. To interpret them and understand their complexities. But the soothing thrum of the vibration of her voice was enough to stir a subconscious understanding at his very core. Growing sleepy once again, the young Ostrega pushed his crown forward to nuzzle into the warm crook of her elbow. Perhaps understanding more than he was already aware.

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her son. jarilo's son. an ostrega boy to carry the name forward. and now both her children bore spirit-titles, which tethered them to this earth, and to moonspear. a breath of relief. she gathered saviguk closer, nestling his head beneath her jawline, and began a low chant once more, one that threatened to lull her to sleep also.

With the steady vibrations of his mother's melody flowing through his memories, Saviguk was at peace. His sides heaved one last time in a deep, gentle sigh. Wrapped and nestled close in the secure comfort of her loving presence, he let the spirits drag him back down into the blissful nothingness of slumber.