Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

a large girl appears before shikoba, saturated in ink yet running out on her tail where brown hair remains instead of black. peculiar and slightly familiar to shikoba, she could remember her face from the last time that kigipigak and his family had ventured towards the spine. her greeting is returned with a smile that shikoba must fight to offer, despite her feelings of dread for her son.

"yes, sleep is hard these days." nightmares often still plague the native, though now her dreams are filled with new terrors as those who are closest to her are often the victims of her sleep demons. she shudders at the thought for a moment, feeling another cool breeze blow against her.

"can't put name to face, what's your name?" she asks, her own plume swinging behind her in a friendly manner. shikoba may not be able to sleep with these demons roaming her head, but she could at least have the company of the family of kigipigak.