Dawnlark Plains Stop, what the hell are you talking about?

Kigipigak was not a spiritual creature but that's how he took her answer. Something about the way she said it — be it the look on her face, the underlying tone, or the fact he felt unsettled for his own reasons — made Kigipigak think she was speaking of the cliffs as if they were alive, or somehow inhabited by spirits.

Her eyes roamed and Kigipigak's narrowed, growing nervous of her behavior as it increasingly took on an unhinged quality; he was reminded of his father in his final days of lucidity, and drew back to stand at Stjornuati's flank. Over his shoulder he heard the woman ask about gay fairies and bristled a little.

What? He huffed. A look was shared with Stjornuati—maybe he knew what she was talking about? The boy had spent so many days roaming the western valley that he knew very little of the lowlands beneath the Watch.