Moonspear xii mikigak

She was agreeable to his timeline, and Kigipigak could not help but smile, knowing he had found the right person to help him in this. When the woman went on to mention a child—her daughter—and that they might make a good wife given enough time to mature, Kigipigak felt warm again. It was not a conversation he felt adequately prepared to have, himself still just a boy.

In knowing Stjornuati was within his prime, Kigipigak trusted that any wife would be welcome; he likely had his own tastes and that was where Valmua would help, she knew her brother and what might appeal to him. A child now, a girl then—perhaps it would be a suitable fit. He would talk with Valmua and find out.

It was good, at any rate, Kigipigak had made this journey and met this woman. She would speak on behalf of the Watch to those that mattered. Many thanks to you. For the kinship, for the meal, and... The kindness.

Kigipigak picks at a small piece of meat but is too trapped in his thinking to enjoy it. He lets loose a sigh. Do you miss it? The months of dark, the ribbons in the night sky, the cold? I think of it often. Sometimes, I dream.