Moonsong Glacier i’m doing better than i ever was

shikoba's clarion call rings true from moonglow, sat atop the tallest peak of the spine. she remembered the warnings the duck whispered into her ears, and she thinks back to the silver tone of the man she believed she once knew. the backbone had drifted, ice in places where love was meant to be. at least, that is what shikoba was told.

for now, she does not challenge the words of the wise woman who has become her own flesh and blood. her voice cries with pride for moonsong, support for the development of another village founded in the ancient ways. she thinks quietly, alone on this mountaintop, and ponders the future that comes to her.

she hopes that her children may one day become something great. but if their future was meant to be walked in the shadows, then shikoba would watch with pride still, unwavering.