Nova Peak And I know you're worried at night

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he had left @Avoyi on the ridge, kissing her with a lingering reluctance before he set off back across the taiga for the lone mountain. its peak proclaimed winsook; spoke of home, and skorpa crossed its borders with gratitude.

caribou pelt was torn into eight ragged strips. he thought of it and added more, some with hair and some without. "mos," came the man's grunt to himself, and then he stopped. the mother on the mount should first be visited. then he would return for the rest and go back to avoyi.

"kamille," skorpa muttered, hunting among the rainwater's herb-supply until he found the tiny dried flowers of pale hue. he put these onto a large piece of the same pelt which had been torn, then stopped again to add some chunks of cached fish.

the tattered bundle was carefully carried by the bearsword to the den of lorcan's woman. he did not know that a monumental event had occurred in its depths, for he felt quite out of his own. throat cleared. "elowen? ayovi send me. have — chamomile. for you."

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