Moonstone Quarry kajurujuk ≉

kukutux wondered if she reminded merrit of this mother. in some way. he had not spoken of a wife, nor children, but of memories. strong recollections that made a path between this world and the next. he said gently the things that he held desirous in his heart: to lead, to bring light, to show that there was rightness against the evil which walked upon this world.

she found herself rapt, attentive. she wished that this powerful man might go into the land and make a village. it would be beautiful, for in him merrit held the confident drive of snow-struck ambition. not for the sake of his own glory, but for the good of those who would follow.

sedna, please give blessings to his path.

he would think of her mother. kukutux blinked, and on the end of her lash suddenly hovered a small tear, one easily unseen if he had not been looking upon her. gone in the next moment. "i am honoured by you, merrit." and it was the truth.

bison. her brow furrowed; she gave a small laugh, one that hesitated as kukutux asked, "what is bison?" to the rest, a nod; he knew the beginning of this trail and it alone would provide such messages.