Qeya River Pink nose, pearly toes

stories are often thought to be only a pacifier to children, to keep them from screaming into the night when shadows grew big and mother was no longer around. shikoba gave the girl a small smile. "stories are just as important as anything, they're just easier to remember." true, parents may through in bits that aren't 100% true, though if it keeps those from misbehaving, there truly was no harm done. 

it seems the girl has many talents, including telling her own stories and traversing the land like rodyn. when asked about herself, shikoba almost feels embarrassed to not have as many things under her belt. "warrior, protector of Moonglow. and first hunter, sivullik of village." there was not much more than that, but for a moment she does think. what would mojag say about her?

"mother, anaa, and storyteller to my son." she looks off to the distance for a moment, wondering of mojag would know she's always thinking and speaking of him, despite his absence. and she could only pray that he knew that she dearly missed him and still loved him with all her being. "does amalia want to become mother, one day?"