Moonspear Speed Trials

Sialuk watched as emotions played across his face, as he turned away into the darkness, as he finally turned back and responded. It is not too late, she replied, touching her nose to his cheek. They were always meant to be surrounded by those who love them. And she did think—somewhere underneath his shy, timid exterior—Ittuk was a man who loved both of her children.

He agreed also to accompany them to Moontide. Sialuk smiled at this, glad that he was making some first steps to integrate himself into their lives. There was another question on her mind, but she left it there, instead admiring the shrine of toys Ittuk had made for the children—their children.

Will you tell me of where you came from? she asked. He had revealed very little about himself in the time he had been here, and Sialuk was gently curious. She had given him the name of Ittuk, and though he had not refused it, he had never given the name his mother had granted him. Sialuk did not know what had brought him to the wilds, nor where he had been before. It was not that she needed to know, only that history had such a deep connection in her own life, and she wished to relate.