Snowforest Taiga [feast] ukilak ⌆

Kausiut attended the gatherings, because it was expected from her, not that she enjoyed them or drew any understanding of, what was discussed there. She either sat next to her mother with a dull expression, eventually lying down and falling asleep, or at some point she simply got up and slunk back to the den.

This one was no exception, it took place in the evening and seemed less formal than usual. Children were here with some adults. Kausiut lazily looked from one familiar nameless face to the other, finally yawning and curling up next to Kukutux. She listened to the sound of her voice, which she found to be the most beautiful in the world (quite a compliment from a kid, who was very hard to impress).

At the same time her mind was playing with the words, repeating their sound, tugging and pulling them, relocating the vowels, creating something new and then all of a sudden each word she came up with became a piece of a shimmering star, dancing before her gaze. Unlike with the Northern lights, she did not find this apparition scary.

Quite the contrary, she snapped her teeth at some of them playfully, unaware that the story had ended and she had been supposed to reminisce about, what she had just heard.