Moonspear rabbits foot

A long healing could bring out the worst in anyone, she knew. 

It was when he spoke again that her eyes went round as those of an owl, her head swinging up like an exclamation mark.

Northern tongue. You are like Sialuk? Her language wasn’t the language the white coated star woman used, but she was half speaking to herself anyway. She cleared her throat a second later.

My people travelled the mountains, far to the north. I teach others, lowlanders we called them, to walk the mountain, to know it as I, my father, his father, and his father before him did. In an ideal world, she would still be to the north, in her cloud shrouded mountains, perhaps watching the sunrise. That had always been her favorite part.