Silverlight Terrace reduced to nothing

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Sialuk spent the days trekking between Moonglow and Moonspear. She could not say what pulled her to her old home, but it was clear it wished something of her. What that was... time would tell. Until then, she continued to pass much of her days with her bones. Sixsix, whom she had not seen in at least a week, had made an appearance this morning with a new bone to replace one that had somehow gotten lost. She thanked him with a scrap of meat and he was off again.

When dusk settled in, she bid anaa farewell for the evening and headed toward the terrace for an evening alone. The moon lit her path, and soon she spotted a darkened figure ahead. Sialuk had not intended to socialize this evening, but she also knew it would be wise to know whomever this stranger was, lest he have ill will.

As she approached, she was surprised to see he had a collection of small bones not so different from the ones she currently held in the skin. Without words, she faced him and set her own down, raising an eyebrow. Had somebody spread tales of her gift? Or had he come to this some other way?