Ocean's Breath Plateau Throw this year away like a bad luck charm

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@Tullik was with child. Marina observed the changes in the mountain-spirit woman with fondness, sharing with her what she knew of pregnancy as each new development arose. She spent her days busy within the lodge, learning what it meant to be wife to a seal hunter.

She had not acknowledged the changes to her own body. Instead she lived in an odd and precarious state, denial and hope and guilt and anticipation equally. She wanted this. She wanted it, but it meant facing hurts she had buried months ago, her own failure to protect the first children she'd brought into the world. Carlisle. Brockleigh. Where were they now?

There was no more time to hide from it. Today Marina sat by the water's edge and observed the growing swell of her belly, and a soft, wavering smile touched her lips. Only for a moment. Then the tears came, and she could only weep for the children she'd lost.

Tullik still did not slow.

She was everywhere, near frantic with need to do things, to be everywhere and always present. She leapt down the plateau, trusting her mountain walker instinct. She sloshed through the seas, finding new uses for seal hunter teachings.

In her spare time, she weaved. She guarded her gift jealously, with a wide range of reactions and sullen silences. It was the gift she would give to the son she had found, not made. It would hopefully be through by the time her husband and sons returned from the sea.

She had gone to find more sea kelp, but found Marina instead, tears mixing with salt spray. Tullik stood, dripping with ocean, before she made a decision. Slogging out of the sea, she made her way to the side of her fellow wife and sank there.

Tell me of them. A gentle request, to whoever she was crying for.