Ghost Lion Crag ilunnutchaktuk ❍

uncle; it did not have the same poetic ring as akkaq.

the man closed his eyes, a heavy worry overcoming him. uncle to children a mountain away. a face they would never know or cherish or love - only hear about around bedtime stories as if he were some goblin extracted from another time. to serve as a cautionary tale of the wayward ostrega, in exile.

"i hope to see them someday." his throat was tight as he tried to respond in turn to how moonspear was without him. did they know that a piece of him had forever died that day..? not one of his siblings -- not one had tried to find him.. and yet, here was a woman who shared but a fraction of the time with him that his family did, here before him.

god, his family was fucked. "it is not the same here, either."