Ouroboros Spine African violet

Samani was so filled with love that she thought she might begin spilling over.

I see a small boy with dark fur and a brown nose. Little black bear boy - Aklaq, she answered and then her snout smiled. A girl who is beautiful and white like you. Her eyes will be sharp. I call her Tootega. I feel her spirit, even though it is not there. She is strong. She is fierce. She reminds me of Sialuk.

Was this foolish of her? She had imagined children and given them names. Samani had never felt quite so childish and so womanly. She breathed in the scent of her mother, and it grounded her. The sea girl knew that there was love all around her. Kukutux had made it so.

The last I dream of is small and round. He looks like a fox with warm top and white bottom. I call him Panuk. He is my sweet little island boy. In my dreams, his eyes are always full of love.

Would she grow so attached to these fantasies that she would find disappointment in the children she did have? The thought troubled her.