Firefly Glen homecoming

Kannoyak smiled at her kindness. It had not been a good guess, at all. She was not offended by his poor understanding of the story. She explained that this was the way of her people. When they departed the hunting grounds, they would journey to the dancing lights. The white hunter thought this was beautiful, so he did not amend his original compliment. The man only bowed his head in understanding.

IniKuk – this is beautiful.

The huntress gave him a name. She was called Sialuk Ostrega. The white hunter nodded his head.

Ah, rain drop. He did not know the meaning of Ostrega, though. He would never have guessed such a name for her intensity. There must have been great depth to the woman.

This one is called Kannoyak Sura. Cotton grass in green leaf.