Silver Moraine even though I'll never know what's up ahead

the emotional iceberg she first sensed in that meeting with moonwoman had not melted. its iceflows coursed through her, laying down new pathways of doubt. uncertainty. worry. foreign emotions for the shoregirl, who until this point had always been unswerving in her purpose.

what if things were different at home? what if her maman and tante renounced her? kukutux’s inscrutable face remained at the forefront of sobeille’s thoughts — for a sea of emotions stormed in those bright eyes that sobeille knew she had no accounting of.

she turned to stargirl quietly, reading the scents of sivaak in the air. this chased away the gloom hounding her for a while; sivaak, the ever present.

you ready?