Moonspear lovers walk

The moondrop had spent only a single night upon her sacred mountain since she had been back. Many things called to her! Mother, sisters, prospects. The latter was why she came today. Her heart sang when she walked upon Moonspear's slopes. Sixsix whirled above, swooping and croaking above. The woman could see he was happy to see familiar sights.

She, too!

Sialuk walked the paths of her ancestors, taking a long moment to stop at the place where the strange storm had struck her home. It was not but a strange sight now. A garish healing scar amidst the greenery. But life returned, she had learned in her travels. Moonspear was no different. Sialuk said silent prayers for those who had gone to the dancing lights that day.

And then, she listened. Her ears open to the words of the spirit of the mountain. What would she say?