Ouroboros Spine quiet brook

If only Ajei could read Seal’s mind then she would have understood her friend felt the same imposter syndrome. To the Sveijarn-Corten girl, Ajei was far more accomplished and beautiful than she could ever hope to be. It was because of this she worked so diligently. Ajei set the pace and Seal did her best to keep up. It wasn’t a negative sentiment, though… Seal was so proud of Ajei and was glad to have someone in her life who caused so much inspiration.

Seal was pleased when Ajei took the medicine. It would not be long before her aching paws and joints would feel better.

As she administered her compress Seal listened. She began to chew a different leaf into a salve she would use to keep Ajei’s wounds moisturized, plus stave off infection.

“I had no idea,” Seal said. Her tone wasn’t accusatory but fascinated. “That’s amazin’ your culture’s story has been woven into Moonglows… it speaks volumes of you and your mother’s impact on the village.”

“Kinaalda…” she tested, as if it was a stone she thoughtfully turned in her hand. “You’re the first, then, Pathmaker,” she dubbed Ajei.

"How would you say that in Navajo? Pathmaker, I mean," she asked.