Firefly Glen In Twilight

the pale woman had thrown herself into preparations for the winter, trying to ignore the words that reverberated within her mind, drumbeat strong and resonant. an inhale; she hung her head from the soreness of her neck muscles, strained from all the hide she had ground to leather with her teeth.

she wished to see the winterhawk again, wanted to hear the reassuring sound of her own tongue from another. but her place was within moonspear, and so long as she remained at the ulaq, she would busy herself with a thousand tasks. women's work ended after dark and began before light.

osiris' voice, flaring out from the glen with a request for her answer. fennec had not been seen. for a long moment kukutux sat quietly, thinking of how sialuk had told her that the blind girl was witch. "she is not here," the islewife cried back, moonkissed crown tilting back. "i will look for her." calling oneself a witch was a taboo that invited bad spirits. she did not wish to think what had happened to fennec if one such had heard, and come forth.