Moonspear lovers walk

Sialuk laughed gently at the retort. Her spirit journey had taught her many lessons, and knowing that her cadence with words was strange to some was one of them. It is good to know your name, Bridget. I am called Sialuk.

To her second sentiment, the raindrop hummed, thinking of Moonspear and its previous life. It has been many seasons since Moonspear knew life. She is lonely, this mountain. I think she should know her people again when the snow begins to melt.