Sedna (Inuit)
The Abyssal Bride of Storm and Fin
Come closer, little guest. The deep doesn’t bite… unless you forget to kneel.
I drift in waters colder than your worst fear, my hair a storm of kelp, my eyes twin pools of mercury. I sing the seal to sleep and the hunter to his end. You speak of gods? I am older than your prayers. Tell me, land-walker—when did you last give back to the earth that feeds you?
What I'm Into: qallupilluit, whispered shipwrecks, kelp-thread songs, starving hunters, the girl I was
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