Northstar Vale cradle songs of comfort & bones gnawed by teeth

kukutux did not immediately know what andraste meant, and a pregnant quiet did drift for a time between them as she mulled upon it. yet in a short while she brightened, nodded.

"we call them the dancing lights," the duck ventured timidly. "that is where the spirit world is." there, ghosts built their ulaqs and conversed with one another, happy to be finally done with the days of work they had done when they lived.

her family was there now; kukutux could all but picture them: gentle star beings who waited for her to join them.

the thought infused her with a warmth she had not felt in a long time, followed by a sickening lurch of sorrow. the duck looked away, looked down, and pressed on.