Firefly Glen nuna ⦆

The woman’s statement did not miss him. Issorartuyok reared his head and scoffed, only softly. To be of the moon was different, he knew. She claimed to be the moon itself. The northerner had never heard such a thing. Even he, who’s family name was from the moon.

Tell me, moonwoman, what is the earthly name you use?

Issorartuyok wondered if her calling was lofty, if it was fitting of a woman so porcelain, so fair that she could convincingly say she was the moon itself.