Lake Rodney qirniqtaq ⦿

She looked intrigued at the idea of another girl her age. Maybe, if they were close enough, this Sialuk could become a friend. She certainly was in need of one, at least one that wasn't. . .well, old. 

And then her mother began to speak again, and she rolled her eyes, though keeping her face turned away to avoid retribution. Blessing—ha. Lilitu didn't feel like a blessing. More like a burden. Maybe Ibis was referring to Arielle, who had always been more well-behaved. But the thought of her sister brought to mind something else. . .

Have you seen a brownish girl around my age? Or a big black-furred man with yellow eyes? she asked, turning her gaze back toward Kukutux. That's my sister and papa. Arielle and Akavir. They're missing.

God only knew how Ibis would respond to her brazen inquiry.