Hoshor Plains im an object in motion

Vairë gladly accepted the new topic, shoving the other to the back of her mind. There was no need to go over it, to obsess over it, to even think of it. The future was what mattered, and that would be talking to her sister.

Of course, they would love to know their aunt. She spoke happily, tail waving above her haunches.

My girl, little Nasamiituuq, she is very shy. She’s the one with the dark hood. She likes soft things, gentle things. Salaksartok, he is the dark one, the one who looks like caribou. Anaa calls him monster boy. He likes rough and tumble, and causing trouble. The last one is pale, like me, but a few shades darker than I. Ipiktok, he is called, and he likes thinking. I see in him a future as trader, or spirit-talker. She pointed out each child as she spoke, the pride in her voice evident.