Moonspear and watered heaven with their tears

Her eyes narrowed slightly when he refuted her, though she waited, sensing an elaboration. But White Elk didn’t provide one, skipping right to the chase and offering the fealty she demanded. Treepie’s gaze remained shrewdly fixed on his face for several seconds after this vow left his lips.

I guess it’s all semantics in the end, she eventually said, but I think you know what I’m asking. The Regent shifted her weight, peering sidelong at the mountain above and behind her. I’m Tiuttuk Ostrega, she introduced, thinking to tack on, daughter of Sialuk. But you can call me Treepie, or Pie.

Her gaze returned to him, settling on his face. He was quite pretty, for a male, and of course Tiuttuk considered the merits of adding another unrelated man to their ranks. But trust would take time to build. She knew that went both ways too. Moonspear would offer much to White Elk in exchange for his loyalty, though all of it would be superficial at first. Only in time would it become something true.

You mentioned you’ve met some others from the Moon villages. Who? Pie asked even as she motioned for him to follow her as she spun on a heel and prepared to climb the mount. I’ll show you to the rendezvous site. I can give you an extended tour if you like, though I encourage you to explore on your own.