Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

It had not occurred to Mojag that people came from different places - well, n0, he knew Natigvik was different from Moonglow, but he saw them as similar enough to assume all villages spoke one shared language and carried the same customs; so when Heda proved this to be a wrong assumption, Mojag was briefly surprised, confused, intrigued - and he did not know what to say for a heartbeat or two.

Heda lived here with another girl, and the man. It was a small family then. Not the same number as a village, nor strength. Mojag did not think in those exact terms - strength, weakness, - only that it sounded very different.

Um, oh.. taataa is... what we call our fathers. He explained bashfully. I was looking for my taataa when I... I got swept away. I wanted to bring him home so my anaa -- my mother, could be happy again.

It felt almost wrong to speak of this quest to the stranger woman. Too personal, almost. Mojag did not usually hold himself to such boundaries; but he had also never met someone so outside his own kind.