Nova Peak the voices in my head suggest a less than peaceful side

three more clans. sobeille tongued the gap between her teeth in reflection. he called one the glacier, one a word she did not understand, and the other she knew well by sivaak's teachings.

it begged the question of how sapphique would fare in these coming months, with so many settlements and mouths encircling. moreover, their allyship with the caribou hunters proposed a singular problem: sobeille worried now for her foolishness in being open with this man. he could very easily trot to saatsine with such knowledge, putting her and sapphique in peril.

have peace between all. sobeille tried to envision what peace and the one-eyed demon set upon yura had in common; what peace and sivaak shared in common ground.

a mirthless laugh then. peace? but this was no soapbox, and sobeille no soliloquist. i be goin' now. mind de ghosts on de rise, skorpa.

she stepped back with head low, and left him to his young otter. perhaps she should have done it to it as she had done to cayetano, all those months ago.

but it was too late, and fate's fangs sealed around her. sobeille got the chilling sense she was but one tiny piece in a puzzle with many moving parts, and many unseen, larger players lingering just outside her periphery.