Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

peace. she had not known such a thing for the vast majority of her life. she was unsure if she knew it even now.

"this is a comforting thing to know." the viper would have often left her words at that, but the man pressed for knowledge, for a familiarity that she was not accustomed to. he wished to know of a history she did not frequently speak of.

a die rolled in the back of her mind, and landed in favor of the chief.

"i was born to war. negotiations for land, migrating herds and temporary truces were customary." she'd thought this a typical thing, though perhaps this land of peace did not know such trying history. "many deals were made. many deals were broken."

she grew quiet then in light of his final inquiry. nose wrinkled in blatant bewilderment. "are there those who can not?" she'd been taught from a young age to acquire her own meals. to provide for herself was necessary since there was never a guarantee someone else would be around to do so.

to not know how to hunt was to die.