Moonspear Mitsik

Kannoyak smiled at her greeting, presenting her with a gift! The bird was a bright array of brown and red with a ring of white around its neck. The raindrop already knew she would keep some of its long feathers to brighten her ulaq. It is lovely, she said, pulling the bird close with her three-toed paw. Some of the meat she would give to Sixsix for his continued service.

Her eyes met his own. Your spirit thinks of me since the gathering. It was a statement, rather than an inquiry. She had told him to visit if he felt drawn to the spear, and he was now here. He thought of her, and she felt warmth in her heart. This woman's spirit thinks of you, also.