Herbalists' Cache wooden doll

he shook his head, repulsed by the pulse of spirit-warding. "no," he said at last, thinking of how gheli had screamed with ghaden, how red leaf's cries had pierced the sea air. "i believe it takes power. your power, wife. but it is not for me to watch."

lanzadoii children entered the world surrounded by the women of their band. the caribou spirits formed the first protective circle. the men the last. it was often that a man did not interact with the young until they were strong enough to walk from the snow shelter. 

this distance, though this had never been said, preserved the hearts of each father from the potential of having to leave one or more of his children behind. their mothers suffered. the man could not bear the same pain; he must exist for her despite his own.

they carried it together, but in ways disparate.

"when i see their faces, then i will know their names." as he had done with each son, he would do for a daughter or a new boy born to his starweave wife.

"but i promise. they will be strong names. the caribou spirits will hear."