Ice Age Instant

“What is it a memory of?” Nuna asked.

That night, as the aurora painted the sky in silent, cold flames, Nuna tucked the seed into a leather pouch against her heart. Outside their shelter of frozen hide and bone, the wind howled like a hungry wolf. The world was a white grave. Ice Age

“Put it down,” said her grandmother, Kumiq. The old woman’s eyes were the color of storm clouds. “It’s only a memory.” “What is it a memory of

That morning, she found the seed.