Moonsong Glacier like every verse of a living, breathing fairy tale

it was good to have a plan. that much she'd take away from all of this.

they would go to be with the seal-hunter people, which was fine with her; she was closer to them than anyone, sulukinak judged. they knew the ice and the cold the way she did, and beyond that she understood the connection between her dutch man and the man chakliux, and it was important.

he mentioned his father, and sulukinak nodded; she liked the old man well enough. he was very old, though. sulukinak wondered to herself if the man would make the trip—and her thoughts emptied from her head when dutch mentioned another name, a simbelmyne. that was one of the women who had joined their village, wasn't it?

she squinted but said nothing. if nothing else, simbelmyne hadn't abandoned the glacier the way the others had.

okay, the girl quietly agreed, nosing at dutch's cheek before withdrawing from the affectionate moment, eager to get a move on.