Moonsong Glacier sikingilak

Sorry for taking so long!! Been travelling & with family! And also btw I love these two <3

Tradition. Passed on by her mother — undoubtedly learned from her mother, and her mother before. Brought down through history to this one girl before him, with her gentle eyes and her soft words, meant to reassure him.

Convinced, that she must do this, as much as his worry still burned.

He, give his worries to her? Melaneus hesitated - for her burdens should be his to bear, not the other way around! His shoulders were wide enough to carry both… but, perhaps, her spirit was stronger.

A moment pause.

And he pressed his forehead against hers, and allowed himself to feel his fear - of mother, of father, of Métis and Lycabas and Pyraetheus. Of death, of life, of darkness and light. Of Callyope and this path she walked. He exhaled a heavy sigh.

Do not carry them beyond the place that you will bury them, he said softly, for he knew their weight and knew they were many.

He would step away them and surrender himself to the waking land, curling up to keep quiet sentinel while his Starflower dreamed.