Sunspire Mountains ivory cups

They were quick.

Little time wasted on swallowed words. Muskrat entered the conversation as a hardened woman and would leave it like that too. It forced the others to listen, to match their energy, to keep up with them and understand that their rule would dictate the relationship between the ridge people and vale people.

The vale's woman entertained their efforts and it was Muskrat who stood on top. They'd be big and bad and mean. There was a craftsmanship that came with the interaction, and it captured Nutuyikruk into admiration. But maybe now there'd be friends made! Ridge people and vale people, learning off each other.

Peace, should they not break it.

Fair was fair?