Moonspear kunnajak ⋠

a slow shuttering of her eyes, but soon kukutux found that she was not alone. opalia came, a woman her age with whom she was not well acquainted. the other was quiet, beautiful, made of sunrays and the pretty ivory of a rabbit's belly. beside her, the gamma felt quite round and matronly. "i greet you," she said softly, stepping back from her small offering.

most stunning was opalia's gaze, like brightly dyed quillbeads: the right a sunrise pink, the left the color of a cloudless summer sky. blessed indeed by the spirits that had shaped her in the womb. "i mean to please the souls of those who have been carried off by the snow and by grandfather bear," the duck said wistfully, painful images crowding her mind.