Moonspear waatxakuq ✾

Anaa leaned in to try and wake Osiris, but he did not rouse from his slumber. Only a little bit disappointed, Sialuk followed behind her mother, glancing back only when she heard an unfamiliar voice. She turned around to look at him, thinking it strange how different he looked awake versus asleep. Now that he stood, he towered over her, and Sialuk felt quite small. His eyes, a pleasant shade of deep green, were enjoyable to look at. He was not mean as Mira had been.

The raindrop glanced at braataa briefly, then her mother. What now?