Moonsong Glacier crystophora

she listened. all that sulukinak wanted was to understand. this world she had been thrust in to was vastly different from what she knew, and she had a lot to learn. it was good that dutch was such a patient man - dealing with her ignorance, the silence of some people who lived here, the youth, the changes.

he mentioned mothers - plural. again sulukinak was thinking of the strangers that appeared like ghosts to the borders of home; drawn by his chiefdom, and by the season.

she thought of the women's circle and talk of husbands; piecing things together while dutch explained.

are you to be husband to them all? it made sense to her. all these women, wanting. the village in need of what they might birth. it was not so strange to think of dutch as father to them all.

that word of her mother's - conclave - flit through her mind.