Moonspear dew on the grass

Seal imparted her with knowledge of the flower, and Sialuk smiled. She was a truly intelligent girl, and Sialuk knew already that she would grow and move on to be a strong young woman. The younger led them both to the site of the burial, and though Sialuk did not know exactly who lay here, she knew that they would not be at peace until their resting place had been made whole again.

Sialuk motioned for Seal to follow, and she placed the single chrysanthemum at the head of the gravesite. The moss—found on a nearby fallen log—was placed with the two bones, set aside until they accomplished the more harrowing task: setting the graves back the way they needed to be. Sialuk stepped over to the burial ground, motioning for Seal to do the same. Ever-so-gently, she churned up the ground, placed each bone back into the soil, and recovered it with great care. As she did this, she quietly repeated a small chant, inviting Seal to do the same.

With gratitude we accept their grace,
their strength and courage we embrace.
In their honor, we stand strong and true;
their legacy lives on in me and you.

Once they were done with the re-burial, Sialuk moved the flower to the center of the graves. Next to that, she placed the two bones, and she motioned for Seal to add the finishing touch: the patch of moss to bury them.