Wild Berry Meadow kingullimik ⨵

a vibrant bob of her head. " i have knowledge of how to bring babies into this world." it was her greatest skill, this guarded knowledge of medicines passed down year by year even by ones whose names she no longer knew. the ancestors guided each step, and she knew with the season upon them, a midwife would be of use.

"we will make a trade?" she queried politely, wondering what the dark shaman had to offer. much, the duck supposed, much in the ways of spirits and spirit-talking. this thought reminded her of the months she had spent alone upon the mouth of the totoka, and the ghostly man who had come to her there.