Moonspear where'd you go

Sialuk wasn't sure she wanted to look "cool." It was not a word she enjoyed for herself. When Nikai spoke of the spirits of their ancestors, though... that was far more intriguing, and she was quick to forget her grotesque appearance. Sialuk wasn't particularly keen on looking "scary" either, but she did remember that her mother had another way of carrying things: skins. Not only would it mean they wouldn't have to look "cool" or "scary," but they could also carry much more that way.

These will make it easier, she sad, slinging two of the pelts over her shoulders, giving her the appearance of wearing a shawl. Once they arrived, they could place the charcoal down, then pull the corners together with their teeth and carry it back. This way would also allow them to talk as they walked there, which Sialuk began to do. Will you tell me more about the spirits? she asked. Having grown up with dozens of myths, she was a sponge for anything that resembled one of anaa's stories.