Nova Peak Moon

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skorpa was redolent with many scents and buzzheaded with fermentation. he had seen ayovi move to the den, or from it, and so took his own time in vigil.

little mitoge's eyes gleamed in the shimmer of stars. she was loud, babbling in babyish voice, and the broad huge hand of her father scooped the girl right into his palm and out beneath the light.

"shh. du vil vække din bror og søster, mitoge," skorpa rumbled, fascinated by how tiny she was despite the very strident spark of life.

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