Moonspear i have faith but don't believe it

Time marched onward. Whatever the strange storm in the sky had been, it had not destroyed the mountain or its people. Sialuk was thankful, and she had spent much of her time in the quiet solitude of her ulaq. Gifts were brought by others—the latest from @Meerkat—and Sialuk's belly grew. It would not be long before she was unable to make trips outside, and today she embarked on one such trip, finding the sound of Alaric's voice drawing her up the mountain's slope.

Njord was there as well, and Sialuk greeted them both in her familiar way. This woman greets you, she said. ::