Ouroboros Spine All I have to do is breathe

Kigipigak told her the story of how he had gotten his scar.

Samani listened. This story was nothing like the tales she had learned from her mother or the soft words that were spoken by her father. The things that the pale man said were grim. His father had gotten old and he had taken the burden of challenging him in his old age and then putting him to rest, which did not sound at all to be a peaceful thing.

When he had finished, Samani regarded him with a watchful stare.

You would not challenge him when he was fit and strong but only when he had gotten old?

The moon child frowned thoughtfully at this.

Samani did not imagine that it was good, for it did not feel good to speak such things. The spirit inside of her was indignant and shocked, but even she could not fathom why. Kigipigak was a strong man. His build was powerful, broad, and he had shown himself to be a defender of Moonglow. It did not make sense to the child that he would wait until his father had grown weary and bleak to fight him.

Perhaps, she did not understand the might he spoke of.