The Sunspire Lost girl

A howl burst through the spires.

She'd done it! It had been weeks, really. It had been even longer since she had last seen her aapa, her aaka, her brother, her sister, so she had made a home out of the lake. The lake girl had been her aaka, in a way. Zharille had been both nurturing and vicious, and many nights had been spent sobbing away until the reflection in the water looked less like her face. They spoke few words, so Nutuyikruk had practiced every day in isolation to not forget them, just like her mama and papa would have wanted.

She never found her aapa. Aaka never found her.

So, she had put her efforts into climbing, and the young babe proudly reached the peak with a triumphant call of joy, even if all alone.