Moonspear [m] tabula rasa

Killdeer's words were gentle and careful, just as she had come to know him. She wished that they had gotten to know one another under better circumstances, but things were what they were. Neither of them could change that, although Sialuk did wish to make more of an effort to come out of her shell. Pauk was not coming home, and this was the lot she had been given. The bones offered no real solution except to say she should wait for his return. That was as much as she could do. Killdeer was here now, and Sialuk bid herself to focus on those that were present, rather than linger on those she had lost.

Will you come sit? she asked, motioning to an available space beside her. She searched for things to prompt him into conversation, settling upon one at last. Can you tell me a story from your childhood? she asked.