Moonspear cold wind

They, two sisters of the moon village, worked the skin together. Seal felt an instant camaraderie with Myna and reflected on how happy she was to have her be a part of their village.

“There,” Seal chirped when she felt their work to clean the skin was finished. She turned it, looked at it, and passed the woman a satisfactory nod. “Now we must cure it to keep it from rotting.

Then, a laugh!

“I know it sounds odd… but we must make a balm of brain and ash to coat it before it dries.” Moonspear had no shortage of these ingredients. “Have you been to the place the stars fell?” she asked.