Moonspear Porto

A week of speaking. A week of asking so, so many questions to anybody who was willing to listen. Sialuk was happy to have found her voice, and she was even more happy that everyone else seemed to be happy about it, especially anaa and taataa. The raindrop wished to become a daughter they were proud of, and apparently she was heading in the right direction.

Speaking of raindrops... it continued to rain, although she had caught a glimpse of the blue sky the day before. Had it ever not been raining? Sialuk thought on that, trying to remember a time when she'd seen the sun for more than a minute or two, but she couldn't conjure up a visual memory—just the sensation of warmth and whatever the opposite of "wet" was.

Sialuk had been idly daydreaming about her future ugi under the cover of a tree, when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't anybody she knew by name, but that didn't stop her from approaching (with a guarded sense of caution) and asking, Why are you digging in the mud?