Firefly Glen sialuktuk ❀

It was sensible to tie time's passing to the cycles of the moon. A traveller knew when to return home based on the stolen light the moon often lent, and a hunter could prowl in the dark when it was full. Why not use the shapes of the moon, too? It was a simple concept he had not considered, but decided it was a good one. She was a smart woman - her people must have been adept survivalists, and that he could appreciate. As she mentioned Sedna and spoke of magical steps, he lifted one paw and idly glanced at it - then the mark grooved in the dirt - pondering how such an ability might work. A tiny moment of childish wonder which was swiftly swallowed up, as he placed his paw back.

Her teasing wasn't taken as such; he was too genuine, and missed the subtle humour she tried to impart. Instead of laughing or even smiling, he grimly looked to the beaver as if to inspect it with a fleeting glance, and nodded once, satisfied with his work. The lingering quiet thereafter felt... Odd. Expectant. As if he needed to break the stillness with some kind of verbalization - but he did not know what to say.

He ended up speaking the first thing to come to mind: Why Moonspear? The baritone of his voice rumbled, and he felt the need to clear his throat, but afterwards he clarified dumbly, Did you choose it for its name? He meant, of course, that of all the places she could have been happy, she chose this particular mountain - impressive as it was, she seemed more suited to the northland or to the seaside.