Moonspear rich folks laugh while the furnace burns

Captivated by her story from the moment the first line was out, Altair lapsed into silence with attentive ears. He watched as Kukutux drew on the soft earth before them, his head canting curiously as his own imagination took hold to paint the scenes that she spoke of. It was fascinating, a story different from the ones that his own mother told them. Though the things of the sky were very much like those, he had never thought of the lightning and rain as mother and father.

His young mind was working hard by the time she had finished her story.

“What about snow?” he asked, head tilting. “Is the snow related to the lightning mother and rain father?” He had never quite seen snow, save what dotted and covered the highest peaks that they had no hope of reaching. But he knew that snow fell from the sky like rain, only it was more gentle than the hard beat of any rainstorm… though it would only be a matter of time before he realized just how harsh snow was in a howling gale.

Still, he rather enjoyed the story that she told, his eyes alight with a desire for more.