Ocean's Breath Plateau song of storms

His quiet affirmation made her chest warm over to burning, the salt-sting of her eyes making her squeeze them shut to fight off the tears. Her inhale was sharp, but quiet. She pulled the deep wool of the coat of a matriarch upon her shoulders, and she turned to look at her husband.

That is, perhaps, all I’ve ever wanted. Tullik Pitsâtailik was a scared little girl living in the fear of generations.

Tullik of the Seal Hunters sloughed the weight off her shoulders like snow leaving a cliffside. Her face broke into a teary smile, and she reached over to place her paw upon Chakliux’s own.

I will be grateful for you for all my time walking this world. For not letting me become snow and ice on a peak.