Moonstone Quarry atugriaktuk k⋣

the shimmer of painful ice in the duck's chest was with her when she rose.

the laughing face of her girl was behind her eyes when she closed them. that expression was the first thing considered before she woke.

but her children also struggled, and to lose their focus and the traditions which had sustained moonglow was not acceptable.

afternoon sunlight dazzled the stones to glowing prisms. here she called to @Ariadne, jadestone eyes granted something more than anguish today.