Rising Sun Valley peregrine

muradoii pride shone through her words like morning sun spilling through the peaks of mountains. a smile — genuine this time — creeps along ghelan’s face.

he takes the feather, and gently reaches for a tuft of fur. this was different to amulet weaving, yet not at the same time. at the very least, the past months have granted ghelan better dexterity.
like dish? a spark in his eye, an enthusiasm once thought buried. ghelan pulls back to peak at his handiwork — or lack there of. did i do it right?

she’d shared hers, now ghelan glanced down towards his own piece. the largest tooth pulled from a caribou. aapa. the second molar, much smaller. aaka. a small shell, held in the middle. me. and the dull white tuft from his mother that blanketed them all. home.