Moonspear you could turn my sorrow into song

He looked back at her, equally astonished. Meerkat wasn’t a particularly spiritual sort, though she liked to think she kept an open mind. She gazed upward again, her breath quite literally catching in her throat as indigo bloomed in the aurora. The colors blended and danced in a way that simultaneously raised her spirits and made her want to weep.

When she looked down again, Njord was busily gathering stones. Meerkat hastened to help, the two of them silently building the cairn against the sapling as polar lights danced across their backs. Soon it was a small tower, a simple cenotaph for a complicated man.

Would you like to say a few words? Meerkat queried.

She still hoped to ask Sialuk about something more ceremonial they could do in remembrance. In fact, as Meerkat stood there thinking about it, a great chill came over her, raising her entire body in gooseflesh beneath her pale furs. Hadn’t women like Sialuk and her anaa always spoken of singing songs about their passed loved ones and dancing lights?

And then we should sing, she said faintly.