Ouroboros Spine piviuttaktuk ⩸

Another sister might have been more jealous that her younger sisters were being wed before her, but Sialuk knew the way of patience. She bid Meerkat and Njord farewell for the day and set off early to help with the preparations for the union. In her teeth, she carried a fine antler, a perfect gift for her sister and her husband-to-be. They had both chosen well, and Sialuk did not begrudge them for it.

She set quickly to decorating her sister when the time came, laughing and sharing side-long glances with Kukutux and the other sisters.

And when the ceremony came, Sialuk stood as close as she could to anaa, knowing this was a proud day for her. She remembered the day when she too had heard her own spirit-name, and Sialuk repeated it silently to herself as Kukutux whispered to her younger daughter.

And the name Sveijarn! This must be one of Njord’s kin. Her heart pulsed with warmth for the new couple, a broad, open smile upon her face.