Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

uiga, auktuk, came the girl's last thoughts, slipping slowly through a tiredness that had not quite overtaken her yet. she had been taught not to say the names of the dead, for it might summon them from their rest among the dancing lights. and so kukutux held what her husband had been called close to her breast, remembering it over and over and over. she would not forget, even if she could not speak it.

kikuyaliksuk, she continued inside her head, framing the thought carefully so that it might perhaps reach her husband. you did not speak directly to spirits, but of them, about them, and perhaps they would hear. pigaatin kuviasuktuk. kapinaisagan tutkiksuk.

then her mind was at last silent, prayer carried by the night-spirits to the dancing lights with the ache of her heart within its words. kukutux slept then, falling beneath the soft blackness with a small sigh.