Shadowwyn Moor sun killer

She did not know. If she had questions they often sat upon her tongue, unspoken. Lessons were easier in silence. Things could be taught that the body would remember and the mind would forget, better than things spoken, better than questions and answers; Sulukinak stayed quiet as they walked.

Until he spoke the word muradoii. Sometimes as she had krept among the camp, she had heard this word spoken between some women, or by her uncle, but she had not yet questioned it. Now, she did.

Her expression held that curiosity, coupled with the slight feline tilt of her head. Ice walkers?

Not much had been shared directly with Sulukinak, but she had gleaned this much. Something which resonated with the everdark of her own origin.