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It was good to be home again, though Nasamiituuq still carried many uncertainties in her heart. Most of all she felt uncertain at the sight of her youngest siblings. The children of Valiant.

The children of your own anaa, too, she chided herself. Her eyes followed the flaxen blur of her sister Nantahala. Lilyflower, she was called. Nasamiituuq did not think her so much like a flower. More like a flash of lightning!

All the same, she called out to her sweetly. Nantahala, Nasamiituuq beckoned, stepping toward the lively girl but making no effort to match her pace. Where are you going in such a hurry? She teased.