Nova Peak Niende Dag

It is an auspicious day, one worthy of all of the celebration in the world. Four children had been born to Winsook. Here they stood, declared to all present and the skies above. All four babes were healthy, and both mothers sat in the center of the ceremony to be honored for the sacrifice of their flesh.

What better thing was there to celebrate than life itself?

Elk's blood blotted the blackbird's cheeks. Blue paint made from crushed spring blossoms and berries danced down her forelimbs.

As Winsook danced for its children, Raven's voice rang into the air. She had prepared for this day with Ayovi, having practiced a Numic song for the ceremony. The words flow past her lips as smoothly as a river; one that reliably followed its riverbed to its destination. Song weaved through the air, and rose to the stars.

Her eyes light with joy as the stars answer. The voices of those distant astral bodies reaching Winsook not by sound but in the form of dancing light. Blues and greens threaded through the stars and the dark, night sky.

When the children were ushered away to be put to bed, to four sets of little ears Raven's Call whispered, The stars say, 'Hello!' They'll dance with you in your dreams.

The girl smiled at their parent's silhouettes until they were gone from view. Loyally, she waited for their return before moving to sing for those gathered once more.