Nova Peak Niende Dag

A few glimmers in the sky, and the mortals saw signs within them. Aspa had, naturally, ascended to the peaks of Winsook to honor the three little warriors who had survived the depths of their mother’s womb, not without great difficulty. They were indeed three, though a fourth had joined the ceremony.
The child, whose head bore no bright star, despite the night sky being aglow with dancing lights, had nothing. Aspa had remained silent, but not still; she had observed the entire ceremony moving like a serpent, carrying with her, within a pouch, the gift she had promised the young mother. Later, after familiarizing herself with the crowd, Aspa would attempt to find Ayovi.

Winsook seemed to be surrounded by many allies—or perhaps merely curious souls who had invited themselves to the gathering. Strangers, people from the East, the inquisitive, people from the South…