Moonsong Glacier pittaq ▱

the usual week of her fire-time had come and gone, leaving kukutux with a vague sense of emptiness. for years she had dutifully birthed strong children at the hearth of her sun man. now this appeared to be done for her, and now vairë would be the young mother around whom moonglow flowed.

it was their way of things.

but was she ready?

"i greet you," she said, welcoming the spine-man with a smile that took in the disheveled nature of his face. "you are settling as headman of moonsong?"