Moonspear no place like home

seal was becoming a woman.
maggak often spent her days dreaming of her own ceremony. she could venture to the sister villages without having to worry! she could learn from them, yes, and do as she liked to do — hone her muscles and use her teeth, sing folktunes of generations past. all the afternoons she could spend with anânsiak, the expeditions she and acrux could go on!
but she was not there yet.
with her to seal's ceremony, she brought her own little gift — a twig wrapped in the spare clippings of a rabbit skin, tied together with a dried sandwort. she had meant for it to be a charm, of some sort; she hoped seal would appreciate it no less. maggak makes herself comfortable along the sidelines and watches her anaa with a fond gaze.