Qeya River mysterious as the dark side of the moon

wrapping this up <3

loko remained silent as his father negotiated with the arctic man. he had learned from erzulie when to speak, and when to fold them. today was a day to fold them.

when navigating deals was over, kigipigak assessed him. loko stood stiffly to attention, tension running along his shoulder blades.

he would do as he was bid - excited, even, to prove himself on the most noble of battling grounds: the hunt.

the hours would turn into days. loko restocked the cache where he could. he failed many hunts -- but those he stood victor over were brought to kigipigak's attention.

when it came time to leave, a mournfulness filled loko. he thrilled in the hunt. it was instinctive and daunting - the crucible in which loko was made. his mind and his blood rested naturally in these elements, and when he returned to sapphique he would be just a little harder, a little leaner, and one step closer to becoming a true huntsman.