Qeya River mistanvall

oblivious to her husband who watched —

for her. she admires it with a close look. a roughened paw smoothed over the tended to furs. she halted at the shining stone that had been worked into it. a piece of permanent ice, woven in for the keeping. it is thoughtful work and it is the kind that ice diver was uncapable of doing.

there is an unexpected welling of emotion within her. she cannot look away from the pelt but her voice is soft and smaller now. unbefitting a war chief.

why?

why spend such time upon her? why make a gift so kind? perhaps this was simply friendship — she did not know much of such.