cheii. grandfather.
elk charm inventoried these words in cecil's tongue as she did those others spoken by samo and chakliux. her companion's story-telling voice wove those memory-threads, and she was filled with that sadness shared between them, lightened by the wisdom of their experience.
loss. it took much. it gave other things. it gave way to future births and blood and clan. but cecil knew its pain, and her mouth gave only a small twist at its corner. stacking slabs of cleaned fish in a wide leaf to be rinsed, elk charm glanced at cecil in thought.
she is -- i not know if she is dead. but i am here. cannot go back. cannot leave. will not see glacier again.her claw did not shake as she dragged it to create a ragged strip from the first filet.
so. i gone. and she is gone.
elk charm refused to weep.
i am sorry, too.another movement.
will you become haatali in remembering of your cheii?new words. round words. the sharadoii would practice.
he taught ceremony.her eyes were upon the fresh catch from freshwater stream.
maybe this -- maybe it is how these songs keep their breath.
overhead, a hawk wheeled with hunting cry. her glance was swift and pleased, returning to cecil.
is bright sign. means way is clear.

