Moonspear out of my mind

Sialuk had heard him say this before, that his heart was tucked away from others, and yet she had not understood why. Not until the story began to unfold. She listened with an open ear as he opened his heart, just a small bit, to her. Sialuk felt the words come out with strain, and she felt her own spirit darken at the thought that somebody would do something so abhorrent to such a kind man. It was thing she had always thought Raimo capable of, somewhere deep in his heart. She had never trusted him, and now she was glad she had trusted herself in judging him.

This man who had hurt Alaric had dampened a bright spirit, and Sialuk would make a curse for him. She did not think her new councilor would approve, so she did not ask his permission. She would be sure that the man who hurt him would make no journey to the dancing lights. He would make a journey to the pit of a fiery mountain, suffering for his crimes. Sialuk tucked this darkness in her heart, softened her voice.

I hope Moonspear offers you a place of peace, she said, her own paw touching his gently. And one day, she hoped, enough peace that it would mend the wounds this man had left on her friend's spirit.