Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

Ikniqpalagaqï She repeated it, slower this time, sounding out the word so he might repeat it too. The language her anaa spoke, the sunshine tongue that her family used, was different than the names Valiant gave. She wished she could learn more, could dig into the meanings and the cultures behind them.

Instead, however, she just smiled.

Where the tide ebbs and flows. It is a beautiful thing, to name a child after somewhere like that. The Saltshore, her salt-encrusted buck. Rhaegal was not her stag, she could admit to herself now.

The name sounded too good to be coincidental, a memorial to a place she had once thought of as home, but she would not gift those feelings to any child.

Vairë thought for a moment.

I have..always had a fondness for deer. It is how I got my title. Tuktu is a name I have considered for that reason. Or Tukturaluk. Caribou.

Yuralria. The name came tumbling from her lips.

A name for a daughter. Dancing one.