Moonspear dead things

She listened as he glossed over Elentari's departure. Perhaps he was not yet ready to truly process the loss. Or maybe he had not developed as deep a bond with her as it had seemed from Sialuk's eyes. She would not press further, instead focusing on his mention of Kinusi and her departure. The girl was older now, more than capable of making that decision for herself, even if there was a minuscule part of Sialuk that twinged at the thought of another child leaving the spear. She could only pray to the spirits that Tiuttuk would choose to stay.

His next topic was one she had not expected: gifts of small bones to add to her collection. Considering a few had splintered and broken recently, she was grateful for the gesture. These are perfect, she said, pulling the various trinkets toward her. They made that satisfying clickity-clackity sound as they jumbled into one another.