The stormy colored girl grins at the possibility of a storm to come. Aningaat liked the sound of rainfall in general, although thunder a time or two before had jolted the boy many a time, causing him to nearly jump out of his skin from such a loud suddenness.

Now the Lanzadoii girl spoke up of his sister in reference to their mother. Stumbling over the name he himself would need time to learn how to pronounce. After all, she was simply ‘mama’ to him.

An-in-gaat. He spoke the name of the moon and, as it were, himself, named after the moon for his mark. Sister sun is Siqiniq. The Sunshine people, he thought. Rain is…Qa, Qail… The pup's brows furrowed as he found frustration in his own speech limitations. The name “Qailertetang” was quite the mouthful. Weaffer spirit.