Overture Downs spoken words like moonlight,

as she had suspected, though she said little else on the topic. would not try to persuade, nor figure out why, for instead she wished to learn what she could based of appearances alone, or perhaps what he asked of her. subsequently, he asked of her song, to which she said: my ataata, father, she said, simply. it is a song that his father sung to my fathers' anaanak, ah, mother, rala turned back towards him, then. watching.

they were wedded. it is a love song, she would step forwards once, twice, as if scanning his face for something unknown, some sort of reaction or recollection of the melody, but when she found nothing, she pulled back away, and returned to the low-tree. upon it, an insect crawled, as if making an attempt to escape the winter and snowed ground. nanuralaaq watched it with a mild curiosity, continuing her hum.

but then, she would ask: what of your parents?