Moonspear ^_________^

Sialuk nodded, after declaring her own affections. Treepie bobbed her own head, drawing in a deep breath as she prepared to sing. She could sing the song Alaric had taught her, though it was too lively and loud so early in the morning. Besides, it required dancing and Pie didn’t want to disturb everybody’s drowsing.

She started by humming a tune under her breath, then pulled words from who-knows-where and sang them with a quiet ferocity:

My mother’s child is a savage,
She looks for her omens in the colors of stones,
In the faces of cats, in the falling of feathers,
In the dancing of fire, in the curve of old bones…

I am my mother’s savage daughter…

Lyrics belong to Ekaterina Shelehova.