Raven's Watch flame-farewelled

"i go on because i must, fjall," moonmother murmured, unsure of how to impart the unsaid rule that is so often only the lot of women.

and how could she do that?

his golden face was suffused with soft needing. "i turn to the spirits, my son. and to my family, to those with whom i share love."

considering; atsak.

"you are almost of an age to be husband, fjall. or to be shaman. or to be hunter. or anything you wish, son of my hearth. of my heart. put ariadne to the back of your mind for just this time. look ahead. what does your soul wish to do with the rest of your days?"