Moonspear helpless

She had experienced this tension with many men and women on her journey. Many had wished to keep her in their village, to make her a wife, but Sialuk had known that Moonspear would never truly stop calling for her. She had let each one know that her calling was her home, and none had been willing to leave their own village. Sialuk knew well the feeling of disappointment when they had chosen to stay, but she did not begrudge them for it.

The raindrop listened as he said words for his parents, weaving a story of their fierce desire for one another. To hear that his own father had gone to the dancing lights without his mother mirrored Sialuk's own story, and she felt a kinship for the silver man.

Many seek company of starwoman, she said, more solemnly than before. It may happen that I find the company of more than one, she added, again looking for a glimmer of understanding in Argent. This happens in some places—if the spirits dance well together—and it would be nice to happen on Moonspear. She thought of her mother, of Aiolos, of Sakhmet. Was love a finite resource?