Big Salmon Lake kuak ⛣

Upon hearing that, he was silent for another long moment. His thoughts wandered, all over the summertime, his grief, her light, their future, and eventually, landing back on the waters, he tried to keep his appetite with him here too. He handed it through several contexts, down to the most literal. A slow exhale, then.

I think I would mourn summers that short, Jarilo fussed, frowning at the water around his ankles. Patience, though, he remembered. It had been something else his mother had tried to instill on him, on several of them.. to success and failure alike. What would preparing for that winter be like? he asked, wondering if his inquiries ever made her homesick, or if she missed it in any way. He had never tried to imagine anywhere but the mountain for himself but still fascinated in the lands faraway.

Anyway, it spurred an only half-related thought. He had paused long enough to get an answer though, before he had to tie in with: When Sia and Savi can go see the ocean. I want to before winter gets.. too far, he mentioned, having been thinking on that again too when a late-season dragonfly drifted by, pausing midair by his nose before going on its way. He didn't know how soon, but it was not something he wanted to miss because of a bad storm or a territorial situation or whatever else it might be.