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After months of watching the children of Moonspear thrive, Sialuk felt the sensation she had awaited. The fire burned in her when she woke that morning, having kept the night to herself. Laying on the deerskin, she blinked her eyes awake, knowing it would be the last restful sleep she would have in many days. She itched for closeness, but she went first to her shrine, eyes settling upon the horned skull that was its centerpiece.
And then, she called for her suitors, the summons replacing her usual greeting of the day. There was urgency in her tone, a warbling that was unmatched by any noise that had come from her prior to this day.
Pualulik,
she purred in return. The debtor had come to her ulaq, and she looked him over as hungrily as he had looked at her. Since the moment he had laid eyes upon her, Sialuk knew what Chakliux yearned for. The fates had brought them together when he was weak and hurt. Now his body was strong, and Sialuk saw it in a new light. Two deep marks along his muzzle, the eyes that had followed her for so long.
You come to pay a debt,
she said. Nasamik and her boy had parted the spear for Moontide, but Chakliux dutifully stayed behind, holding up his end of the deal. Sialuk moved to close the distance between them. Show me how a seal hunter gives pleasure to women,
she whispered into his ear.
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happy to timeskip or fade! <3
chakliux caught sialuk in his embrace; he wanted the rainstar to feel the strength of him, to know that the promise he had made would be fulfilled now. to assure her that she had chosen correctly.
among the seal hunters there was a type of rite. a boy made man, freshly scarred, now caught the eyes of the village women. there was no talk of bride price nor marriage; their lives were short beneath the long dark and the harsh cold. the young danced together and with one another, and when the dance ended, they chose with whom they would make a lodge. the young born of those springtimes were raised by all the village. only if a man paired with a woman would he know the next year that the children were sure to be his, and perhaps not even then. the seal hunters recognized husband and wife, and the rights of a first wife, but wives might lie with other men, or women might have two husbands.
it was in this natal freedom that chakliux came to sialuk, unbound, unburdened; in soft time he bore her down gently to the furs of her sleeping place with the careful ardency of an experienced and patient man.
his debt, he wanted its currency to be her pleasured cries.
timeskip is good!
All in village Moonspear—and perhaps those in Moonglow as well—would know that a debt had been fully paid in the currency graciously provided by Chakliux. He was only the second man Sialuk had taken as a lover on Moonspear, and she did not regret her choice.
Sprawled on her side atop the deerskin now, she lifted her head just high enough to lick his cheek.
The bones do not make mistakes,
she said, thinking of how she had asked them for guidance upon Nasamik's request.
I know it is not without ache that you have stayed while your first wife has gone to Moontide. To have children shared between us will make the bond between villages stronger.
If Moonglow had a suitable candidate, Sialuk would have tempted him with an offer as well.
some friendly powerplay. <3
Sialuk grinned at his comment, then she let her paw drape over his shoulder and pulled him close to her. The scars along each of his shoulder drew her in, and she touched one of them gently with her paw.
Tell me of the day you won your marks,
she asked, moving now to rest her head on one of his forelegs.
A time would come when he would return to his first wife, but now, Chakliux was hers. She found herself possessive of him, perhaps only because he was bound to another, unlike Argent or Elentari.
Sialuk listened in earnest to his story, one which was so rich, Sialuk felt as though her own arm burned with the marks as he explained how his mother had pushed the shell into his wounds. The tradition fascinated her, though they had no seals here for his sons to carry on this rite of passage. She knew now why he would move to Moontide, back to the ocean that was no doubt calling him, just as Moonspear had never stopped calling to her throughout her life.
And what rite does a woman perform when she finds that she is no longer a girl?
she asked. Perhaps it was the same as the one Chakliux had endured, but this was not always the way. She wondered also what rites her own children would march into as they moved to adulthood. This was many months away, and yet she wondered... perhaps the bones would show her what tasks they would need to accomplish before they could be known as men and women.
The weight of his voice was pleasant, bouncing off the walls. The customs were so strange to her, and yet she knew they were important to his people. She wondered too if Nasamik had asked these things, learned of the man she had made her husband. Sialuk pushed the jealous thought away, not wanting to sour precious moments with Chakliux. She knew this was a test of her strength, of her ability to live up to what she had preached both to Argent and Elentari: pleasure was meant to be shared, not kept away to one person. There was no cap on the amount she felt for either of the regular visitors to her
ulaq.
It is our way to give a spirit name to our children,
she said.
This is spoken once when we first come into the world, and again when we are ready to become man or woman. It is mother who gives these names, then shares them when we are ready.
Sialuk recalled
the day Kukutux had shared her own spirit name, and although that day had been wrought with frustration, the polar bear now found herself ready to become the mother she was meant to be.
last from me! <3
Sialuk smiled, shaking her head beneath his chin.
It is not,
she said, then found herself growing drowsy and comfortable with the warmth of Chakliux radiating around her. The starwoman's breathing grew deeper and slower, and soon she dreamt of young children chasing Chakliux in the snow.