Moonspear avu ✴

Saviguk was already awake this morning. The daily morning song from his sister never failed to rouse him. But for once, he had beaten her to it. Now that she had found her voice, he took some small pleasure in listening to it at the start of each day. While his anaa and taataa still slept, he snuck outside, quietly. He was at that age where he wanted to explore, further and further afield. To learn, to study more. Each day, something new caught his attention.

At the very fringes of the open glade where he and his sister had first been unleashed, the ice crystals dark form sat, hunched down over a gently flowing stream. No more than two or three feet deep, it posed no danger in whisking away a sturdy young boy like himself. He was peering down into its waters intently, bright eyes darting back and forth. The object of his fascination? Tiny, silver bodied minnows. Dozens of them, swimming downstream. He wondered...where were they going?