The Sunspire into the woods

In a trance, she traveled east. She sought her lover. Or a lover. With time marching onward, the head of Moonspear knew that such things could not always be perfect. Sialuk would never be faithful to one singular man or woman. The year prior had shown that, even if she had not sought out others while raising both of her children. But somewhere, deep down, she had known that her deepest instincts were to experience it all.

And so she crooned into the midday sky, snow falling softly from the sky.

Her son was safe, recovering in the careful arms of his mother. Her wife was safe, caring for their son as he healed.

Sialuk roamed free, pale yellow eyes needing.