Silverlight Terrace Everything the Light touches

The spirit of the Moon tribes had gone quiet. The laughter, the play, the hunt and busy work near the ulaq's faded away. 

It was the cries of newborn babes which sounded the night. Only the comfort of warm milk and warm fur to made sooth them. It was the mournful howls of the death songs, which flowed from salted breeze and echoed off mountain rock. 

Aiolos remained in the family den. One which was made a sanctuary for generation after generation of children. Now grown. Now parents themselves. Now walked among the gods. He did not leave. 

Arrluk did not disturb him. Instead of seeking comfort within the arms of his brothers or Ajei, Arrluk struck out into the parts of lands unknown, reluctant now to return home, to face the reality of it in the eyes of his mother and father. 

Arrluk had come to the plateu to see the ocean for the first time, with pack and family all around. In less then a week's time, his sister had both given birth and had died from it. His first journey to another tribe had been both incredible and terrible.

 

Samani- a sister he barely knew, yet loved all the same. Arrluk's throat tightened for those who knew her well. Who called her friend, leader, mate... 

Arrluk continues on as though the more he walked forward the easier it would be to move forward, figuratively.

 

The terrace was an all new place for him like just about everywhere was in his youth. The vast mountain chain of Moonspear in this area came tapering down into the deeply green, rich land of rolling plain. The rock face striped in color in ways he had never quite seen before. Nightfall cast silver light everywhere the moon's light could touch. Beauty still thrived, even in such hours of darkness.