It was quiet.
The tracks of a hare cut cleanly through the fresh snow, followed swiftly by the pads of a wolf, paws not quite breaking the crust.
Would the ice-mountain remain as she had left it? Would he?
Change was imminent, yet she feared it.
Standing at the edge of nowhere, the morning star sang a hymn to the evening sky, breathe a plume of white smoke that rose to join the gathering snowclouds. Her voice was full of sorrow and trepidation, but the final message was clear.
I am coming home!
@Dutch
The tracks of a hare cut cleanly through the fresh snow, followed swiftly by the pads of a wolf, paws not quite breaking the crust.
Would the ice-mountain remain as she had left it? Would he?
Change was imminent, yet she feared it.
Standing at the edge of nowhere, the morning star sang a hymn to the evening sky, breathe a plume of white smoke that rose to join the gathering snowclouds. Her voice was full of sorrow and trepidation, but the final message was clear.
I am coming home!
@Dutch
"Common" // "Inuktitut"
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morning star - by Tulugak - January 29, 2024, 02:54 PM
RE: morning star - by Dutch - January 29, 2024, 03:51 PM