Moonspear lie to me

kukutux listened carefully. from the sound of it, no bad witching had gotten into the heart of sialuk. instead she spoke of a crow with a name. "this is a good omen," the seawife assured her raindrop. "remember that crow was the first to bring daylight to the people who lived in darkness."

satisfied, relieved, she shook her head. "it makes you on the first path to medicine. not witch. not shaman, yet. you are learning. and i will teach." a purse of her lips, a thoughtful look. "where did you learn the name of witch, sialuk?" and more to ask about these bones, but it did not sound as if the girl had broken any taboos by being chosen for the way of the black feathers.