Shadowwyn Moor petnaest

sharing strength. she recalled everything they had endured together with a sudden swelling fondness. it was enough for that sly grin to linger on her face for a moment. she washed it away when it came to talks of learning, of teaching.

morwenna would not be the first to turn to saatsine and not born to it — ice diver did not think it would be the last.

he will teach you much about saatsine, would he be a kind teacher to his new wife? would he be rough? she ushered on the thought with a quick glance out towards where hunting parties surely ranged. but me? i teach you how to change, to become saatsine. here she meant to give a glimmer of herself now. i am it now in all ways, but it was not my first life.

an idea in her mind.

after you fill your days with sun eater, come walk herds with me. you tell me words of healing and i tell you words of caribou.

for if she bound herself to his wife, she bound herself further to chieftain. in these ways they would all tie one another closer together.