Moonspear by night was a pale green

Ah, she had misunderstood, and Sialuk chided herself for not knowing better. Why should she suspect ill tidings from a stranger? But she remembered the two, precious new lives sleeping soundly in the ulaq, and she knew. Any unlikely told by a newcomer was sure to set her parental instincts into high gear. She had two children to look after, and she intended to keep them safe from harm.

Her demeanor brightened and her strained expression turned to its usual relaxed one. I do not know those names, she confessed. Slaney was quick to move onto another subject, setting his sights on the village Sialuk had formed not too long ago. Although, come to think of it, many months had passed since she had returned to her birth place and made it into her own. A rekindling of the mountain had morphed into a full-on bonfire, and the mountain was alive.

Village Moonspear is a peaceful place, she began. She is filled with many villagers who care for one another. We are sister to village Moonglow and village Moontide. Soon, a younger sister of mine will make another along the seaside, Saltshore. Many villages in this region are in our good graces. We have healers and hunters, four older children, and two who are fresh and new to life. She would leave it to Slaney to guess that at least one of those was her own. Some parents prefer to pair off two-by-two, she said. My own children have many mothers and fathers.

Do you seek a village of your own?