Moonspear my lord: the king is dead

An air of formality Sialuk was unaccustomed to wound its way into the young woman's words. The name of a long forgotten king was spoken, and the starwoman winced when she realized it was a name of the dead. She said a silent prayer to ward away any who might steal his face and bring it here, even if he was not of the sun people. The village leader realized this king must have been here long before her first breath on the mountain, for it was not a name she had ever known.

My ancestors will hear your words, no doubt, and reunite with him in the life after, Sialuk said with a smile. To think of her own grandmother and grandfather with a king was certainly a marvelous thing to imagine.

Moonspear thrives, Sialuk said. I am daughter of the Ostrega family, though I follow more of my mother's sun people ways than those that once lived upon the mountain. There was a... terrible storm that brought stars from the sky crashing down, and for a time, the spear lay dormant, waiting. A year now, I have built a village here.