Moonspear rich folks laugh while the furnace burns

@Saviguk had gone from the borders, it seemed. kukutux had not worried at first; moonspear was filled with older cousins who might have taken her son hunting. it was unlike him, however, not to return to her sight. thus it was with worried footfalls that the pale snowdaughter came upon blackgold altair. already he wore the honeyed ostrega eyes, and walked with the confidence and pride only a chieftain's child could know.

"ulaakut, soraluq," she greeted, sparing a smile in spite of her trepidation. a glance to the heavens, the fragrance of water to come. "agadgix ulagikux."

kukutux gestured toward the edge of the cloudline, blurring its backdrop of sunlight. "it means maybe another storm."