Moonsong Glacier Fending for His Life and Fleeing From His Past

this was a stranger, but it was a man, and so sulukinak was less bothered. many of the other strangers had been women - maybe they had heard dutch sing of the village, and were lured.

this one had a strong voice. it was somehow warm and inviting, and reminded sulukinak of her man. she appraised him, a hint of a smile twisting the corners of her mouth.

i am sulukinak. her name would be hard for him, she thought. his own was amusing, like the call of a bird. ho-to-toh. maybe a laughing one.

this is village morningsong. pride laced her voice as she motioned to the paths up and away, where behind her loomed the distant glacier.