Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

rala!! ty for the thread <3

Yuralria fell into a contemplative silence as Rala began her ritual, listening intently to every word she spoke of seamother. Of Sedna. For a long time before, the stargirl had prayed blindly to their gods because she knew of nothing else. It was only now, as her friend caressed its spine as a mother would a child, that she began to understand. 

The ox-hunters that Nanuralaaq hailed from, the moonwolves of home, united under the shared understanding that life was a precious gift. To be thankful for Sedna's guidance and deliverance of prey, for in turn may she look favourably upon those that are loved and guide their souls to the sea when the time was right. 

In turn, Yuralria pressed her forehead to the creature's flank and breathed her own quiet prayer, glancing briefly to the woman before moving to take her fill. "Thank you," the sound came muffled around her meal, but the sentiment remained true. To share a meal with good company - she would enjoy it to its fullest.