Moonspear lie to me

Ilisitsoq, Sialuk whispered to herself. But as her mother continued to speak, she felt a little bit horrified, especially when anaa mentioned bones. That made her own blood chill, and Sialuk swallowed hard, worried that she had somehow made a mistake in following the Witch of the Glen's advice. But how could she have known?

Kukutux went on to explain another kind of witch, one that was more in line with how Sialuk thought of herself. She wanted to be this angakkuq. A maker of medicine for this world... and the next? Was that what Nikai had spoken of? Ancestors who still lived here and watched over them, like her grandmother and grandfather?

Not only would she be able to create good in the world, but she could also repel those who wanted to do harm. That right there sealed the deal for Sialuk. She now had a word, a more specific word, for what she wanted to achieve.

I want to be angakkuq. This crow, he told me his name was Sixsix, he brings me bones and I—Sialuk flushed a little, wondering if this was a silly thought. Her father hadn't thought so.

I think of a question, and I think the bones can answer them, but I'm not very good at speaking their language. Does that make me the good or the bad witch? Sialuk asked.

She had stopped chewing on the beaver tail, now caught up in the conversation they were having. It lay on her paws, ready to be worked when she wasn't so focused on the topic she had brought up.