5/14/2025, 11:28 PM
muradoii rose early. Ketłina roamed nearby, working on her altars of whalebone and conquered wolf's furs. it crossed her mind at times that velkra had not taken her cream coated sister beneath the ice; the black sea simply spit her right back up.
atop a ledge that overlooked the dark sanded beach, she wove a bone charm between her teeth with pieces of wolfsfur and taut sinew. around the bound of a femur she wound it tight. pulling, carving. a small pile of bone carvings grew beside her.
the bone was from a cousin. that she carried with her through the sea. a sacred thing that she would commemorate, but eventually feed back to the tides.
it would be a quiet morning. this she deemed as truth. while the clouds bloomed overhead, natałtsa continued her steady work. wondering, if only brief, when her companion would return.
atop a ledge that overlooked the dark sanded beach, she wove a bone charm between her teeth with pieces of wolfsfur and taut sinew. around the bound of a femur she wound it tight. pulling, carving. a small pile of bone carvings grew beside her.
the bone was from a cousin. that she carried with her through the sea. a sacred thing that she would commemorate, but eventually feed back to the tides.
it would be a quiet morning. this she deemed as truth. while the clouds bloomed overhead, natałtsa continued her steady work. wondering, if only brief, when her companion would return.
maybe Tugix