Shadowwyn Moor Hydrurga

There is something like recognition within Suliya at the mention of this place. When she speaks of it there isn't so much an edge to her words but a caution. As if to speak of this place was to invite its attention. It is the new knowledge being shared that piques Sulukinak's interest the most—that it is sacred. The fact that it is known in any sense does strike Sulukinak as suspicious. In her very short life she had mentioned this place to so few, and never had this sort of reaction.

It is a place of long darkness. Where there is no land and only ice, and the sea is often angry. People there do not live as a village; there are hungry men that come and go, and—women there, who speak with spirits. In her mind's eye now is the figure of her mother superimposed upon Suliya. Sharp-bodied, frenzied Nukilik with a bent neck over a chasm in the ice, beckoning. There, and gone again.

She looked now bright-eyed and challenging towards Suliya, watching her, intense as she studied what reactions might take place.