Hoshor Plains allotment

it sounded like a kiviut. many of them inhabited the north from what sulukinak could remember; her mother had dealt with many, and it was through these deals that her brothers came to be born. she did not share this, but found it... calming, thinking of dutch driving such a being away, or harming them. it was what they deserved.

he was right when he said these people were soft; to a point, she agreed. they were frightening for their number and their inherent fearlessness - able to chase these giants without a second thought. sulukinak felt out of place here. but she could survive the desperate expanse of ice and sea, and maybe that was her one difference.

when dutch spoke of her coming adulthood, her shoulders bunched. i would do as my mother did. pray to the sea, receive what is given... perhaps bear a conclave of my own. would she go all the way? pit brother against sister? open the ice and feed the weak to sedna?

she goes quiet.