Shadowwyn Moor jēdiys

the greeting on the woman's tongue was not unfamiliar. sun eater made quick work of shaping this woman. he wondered if he held more warmth in private, if that made these iced caribou hunters melt beneath his roughened palms. she knew she had been forged in ice, had earned warmth in ways of not catching eyes.

she did not begrudge this woman for it, though. sun eater having a wife was good for all.

busy! but this is good for us. she admitted with a grin. busy bodies did not invite questions or much thinking. it meant things stayed calm, stayed focused on tasks given. i must learn first — does sun eater give you new name?

he must make her saatsine in all ways — or ice diver will.