Moonspear dew on the grass

When Sialuk motioned, Seal followed. Closely, she observed Moonspear’s leader delicately set aside their natural amulets. No movement was missed, no detail overlooked, as the young girl absorbed every step.

Together, they reassembled the tomb. Seal was tentative at first. How reckless she had been! Ashamed and embarrassed, Seal did her best to turn her heart and ask for forgiveness. How could their ritual ever work if she hung onto her mistakes?

After a few verses, Seal joined Sialuk’s chant.

“With gratitude we accept their grace,
their strength and courage we embrace.
In their honor, we stand strong and true;
their legacy lives on in me and you.”

Emotion ran through her voice as she sang with complete sincerity. The lyrics became engraved in her spirit, never to be forgotten.

Then, when their work was complete, the Seer arranged the white flowers and bones. For the final touch, Seal picked up the green moss. She hesitated - only because she said one more silent prayer with her eyes squeezed shut - before placing the green talisman with the other offerings.

The ceremony was so spiritual, that when Seal stepped back she waited as if, at any moment, a spirit would suddenly descend.