Moonspear So tell me how to do it; tell me how to love like that.

Good, Sialuk said, even sensing there was something beneath his words. She felt as though there were layers to him she did not—could not—see. Not now. Not without more time.

It would be good to speak with anaa, to hear what words she had of Glaukos. Soon, the raindrop would consult her mother on a great many things. But now, she would return to her ulaq. She would think of Glaukos and the others who whispered to her heart.

Goodnight, Glaukos, she said, touching him gently on the shoulder.