Moonspear on the front line, get ready for war

The piece, which Sialuk now identified as the shell of a turtle, was a beautiful thing. Already, she wondered where it might find a place on the shrine in her ulaq. Sia hurt to think of the bride price Argent had left with her, but she pushed the emotion down. Thank you, she said, pulling it close to inspect its textures and colors more closely.

Three babes: Pauk, Tiuttuk, and Kaujimaq, she smiled, the hint of something sadder lacing her expression. Argent had been gone long before they were born, but the pain still lingered. Sialuk had thought perhaps taking multiple lovers would lessen the blow, but now she worried if Elentari left her, too. Could she be subjecting herself to heartbreak after heartbreak? Sialuk blinked, realizing she had gone silent in the midst of her guest.

Have you been learning more of reading your sacred bone? she asked.