Golden Glade Your skin was gilded

She nodded along as he spoke, listening with an intent yet somehow distant gaze. You are wise. She responded, crossing her front legs over each other. Maybe you can help me understand. She had no mother, no grandmother, no aunts to ask. They were far, too far to have heard her cries when she was taken away, too far to help her now.

My friend, my Nasamiituuq, she is upset that I have fallen pregnant. Never have I seen her so angry at me. At anyone. Her eyes searched the blades of grass, as though they may reveal her solution. I had no idea I was with child at all until she told me - I barely remember how it happened.

A sigh, and she looked into the face of the stranger now. She asked me if I loved him. But how could she love a man she did not remember?

How could she love someone more than Nasamiituuq?