Moonspear on the front line, get ready for war

sobeille’s golden gaze held sialuk in full as she took the turtle plaston, inspecting its storied ridges and scars. every knot and blemish was testament to enduring life, while the skeleton served to remind those among the living of their temporal tenancy among the threads of existence. sobeille wondered when she was dead, who might read her bones or treasure them.

sialuk shared three names; while her voice carried a mother’s pride, her eyes shadowed with melancholy. what do de names mean? she asked, sitting carefully on her toes. yes and no, moonwoman. i found more bones, but i don’t know what dey mean when i study dem.