Bramblepoint whining like a little pup

galana had not experienced this reaction to that story. her family, aside from arrluk, seemed to be filled with anger or discomfort. hiemis was just- sorry. she did not feel deprived of breath, in fact, the past seemed a little lighter.

"there's a space for everyone there. kukutux, the moonwoman is very kind, wise. she was a mother in the absence of my own." she understood the skepticism, but ensured there was no need. "what you need she can be."

galana had never been more sure of something. whatever self-depreciating thoughts she carried, moonglow denied. surely, that could be hiemis's truth as well. that, and galana would like a friend. where the ruddy girl preferred solitude, this ghost was an easy presence. she liked it.