Totoka River talgaktuk

It was beautiful, whatever it was.

As Sakhmet came upon it, the orb reflected her colors. It became a deep ruby-red, reflecting the white of her eyes briefly. Kigipigak swooned.

Kigipigak did not feel terrible after hitting the tree. He was more interested in the ice as well, and moved to inspect it. He sniffed at it and found no trace of anything except the dull cold of winter.

It came from there, Then he looked up. Kigipigak did not know it was an apple tree. It was not the season for apples, and the tree was coated in ice. There were numerous other orbs hanging suspended from thin branches though.

Ghost fruit? He huffed a little laugh, staring up at these many odd things.