Moonspear call on me, call me

she wished now that she had not said a word, for hydra purled her way. should she keep from the blackbear what arcturus had said? caught betwixt loyalty to her tuku or the dark cloud who had left them, she shook her head.

her loyalty then would be to the barren woman. if she and wraen were indeed the same, then arcturus' line would plague hydra none at all. "i only thought of it because she came here." to moonspear, to this savage, wondrous, cold place. his sister now, plagued by a grief that kukutux had never seen upon the darkened features. "jarilo tells me the spirits of your mother and your father linger," the duck murmured, moving closer to buoy her newfound sister with a gentle nudge. "perhaps arcturus found their gaze too much." only one of them, after all, could truly rule, it seemed.