Sun Mote Copse You were the brightest shade of sun

It was at those words that for the first time in front of Nasamiituuq, her ears shot straight back. What..? And suddenly, it was beginning to click in her head. The blurry images of her trip out of the Copse, the girl chasing her from the glen, the strange scent and the fever, the nausea she felt now. Is that why you have been avoiding me?

She had thought she was ill, that was it. I thought I was sick - I did not want to spread it to you. How was she to know that it was her heat? She had never experienced it before this year. I did not know.

But why had it caused Nasamiituuq to be so distant?