Cedar Sweep narriḷi

Asivaq commanded! The children inside of her were unruly; Kigipigak felt them move, and he laughed despite the discomfort that his wife would feel. He wondered what they would be like once they were free of their bounds, and found himself selfishly hoping they were as rambunctious as the Tartok blood ought to make them - unlike his earlier sons. One had been soft, the other stern; these, he hoped, would strive for Tartok perfection and inherit his laugh at the very least!

Asivaq showed her support as she spoke of the branches as well. They will be a force! Each of them. I hope they grow in to warriors with strong bonds, perhaps finding an aokatti, like me. Maybe they are all issumatars!