Nocturne Summit Skyfall

Nanook's lips formed a thin line at the girl's question, and she brooded with a tip of her head. Her stories came from the need to make sense of the memories she had. The faded days of childhood, why her parent's union had crumbled. The stories she made through the stars helped her, mostly, and other times they simply served to return her to reality when her mind began to waver from the isolation of the wild.

"Usually they're real." Nanook concluded, and elaborated no further. The stories were her own, and while she loved hearing the tales of others, the thought of sharing the thoughts so personal to her made the sylph uncomfortable. Besides, the brown girl's question was one that Nanook wished to linger on. "But isn't every story made up by someone's mind, at least in part?" There must have been a reason the girl had inquired this, and Nanook was not content to abandon the answer to silence.