Deepwood Weald do you ever feel like a plastic bag?

A compliment woven into Magpie's words, and Sialuk felt herself even more strongly drawn toward the woman. Already she found herself eager to invite her to the spear, to her ulaq. She thought of Keen, of Argent, of whom she might next share a night with. The starwoman refrained, reeling her thoughts into the present once more.

Sialuk shook her head. Village Moonspear is home, she said, gesturing vaguely in its direction. Though I make a path to village Moontide today, then to make words with village Moonglow. Perhaps you will find way if we travel together? Sialuk suggested, eager to learn more of the bird.