Moonspear aupajaangajuq ⧉

A matchmaker?  Was that a job people really did? Making decisions for other people, playing puppetmasters of fate? How her mother would laugh, when she told this to her. Boy, oh, boy. Should she jump at this opportunity? Take another step, educating herself about the nature of people and find yet more proof that most were petty fools? But... no... not yet. This girl with the last part of her speech had picked up the game. She had shed the first impression of a simple mind to one, who was more clever and cunning than it appeared outwardly. 

"What that wish might be?" Norah asked, tilting her head to the side, studying the beautiful features of the white woman's face, a playful smile in her lips. She had understood the metaphor, but then she had always been the one to prefer directness in intentions. "How would you be of help to me?" she inquired further.