Moonsong Glacier moons

His words steadied her while he looked within, she remained on the outside. Unaware of the importance that laid undisturbed inside.

Unaware of how tragic it might be to see wedding skins from a sister who seemed discontent in her own while Callyope gazed upon White Elk with hope.

He did not want to leave and she did not want him to either.

Will you stay, White Elk?

She could sing to him.

She could tend the furs he would bring.

She could allow herself to be so utterly lost in these glimmers of a future.