Moonspear You got nowhere to run

There was no secrecy in Sialuk's intention, and she welcomed the younger woman with a smile and a wave of her tail. Moonglow would be a sister village to Moonspear, and the raindrop knew their people would mingle with ease. Aya, she responded, confirming what the mountain wished of her.

To think of Moonspear before, felt strange. A dream which had come to be a nightmare on its last day. The strange storm felt as though it clouded Sialuk's memories of before, but she reached far back through the fog to see them.

My grandmother and grandfather held this village for many years, she said. Then, my aunt and her husband. Their ways were different from Kukutux—from mine—but I remember them with fondness. Sialuk paused, ear to the wind. Lowering her voice, she continued. Some days you can hear their voices whisper on the wind.