Bramblepoint suli ∏

sialuk was quiet. kukutux thought that her raindrop might be considering all that she said, and so for a time she was silent. 

the inner spirit spoke. the snow-wife's brow furrowed a moment, then smoothed, and she glanced sidelong at her growing girl. "i have not told you of your kin upon the island, sialuk," the duck said softly. for she did not speak of them, so fearful she had been of calling their names.

the trader

"you would have had another ajaukuluk," kukutux went on, facing front again. "she has gone to the dancing lights, but i will tell you if you have the wish."