Luneshale Pass my love, are you the devil?

ofc!

"the ocean was home." a pensive smile carved its way through a seemingly discouraged face.

aqillutaq felt the woman's eyes trace every telling feature of her body. she assumed such was normal and not to be stressed. she was a stranger after all too. her ears straightened themselves atop her head, leaning towards whatever else asun's voice had to give.

"aqillutaq." she offered her name in return.

memories of her aunt sparked a kindling of reflection as she spoke her name as her own. she missed her. aqillutaq could not feel her rage any longer. she could not utter a word of complaint; the woman was deflected and imagined herself to blame for all that had occurred.