Bramblepoint suli ∏

Sialuk blinked, as if doing so would allow her to see father than she did right now. Nothing changed, of course, and she smiled at her mother, knowing that it was likely one of her many expressions that was simple and cryptic at the same time. It was one of the things she had grown to love about her mother, even as she grew into her own self. Of all her family, Kukutux was, without a doubt, her closest family member. Her father and brother were there, no doubt, but they did not have the same bond, and Sialuk knew that what she had with her mother was special. Not something that every daughter was blessed with, perhaps.

I like the snow, she said, but I miss the warmth of summer. Granted, many of her best memories were of carefree summer days when mother and father took care of her every need and Saviguk was still close by her side every moment of the day. As of late, they had drifted apart. She with her bones, he with... whatever it was he spent his time doing. She did not bother him with questions about it; it seemed impolite to do so.

Will you tell me about the day of my birth? she asked, curious to know what it was like and if her brothers and sisters birth day would be any different. She wanted something to compare it to.