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mistanvall - Star Eater - January 14, 2025
AW but maybe @Ice Diver? I know we have one buttt..>!!
the evening air was chilling against star eater's furs. but this did not stop her from the preparation of hides that had been rapidly collecting. rather meek, afraid to tear her womb from the buck of a caribou hoof, she remained stagnant. ever the housewife. it gnawed at her.
she had hoped for company. the pelt in particular was one she had woven with sinew and a charm, a shining stone that looked like ice. for the war chief, if she had so chosen to approach her.
the lanzadoii wife had been complacent. but she wished to know. she did not like being so stationary, but there was a warmth that she had never felt before.
RE: mistanvall - Ice Diver - January 14, 2025
upon returning to the river, ice diver had become something like a watcher. in this she hoped sun eater might enjoy long days with his new wife — and the time before children came.
and here was that wife. a figure of snow and stone. she wondered if keda would still be content when she was round with children, when those children must march along caribou — if those children were left behind.
the idea of motherhood seemingly weighed heavy upon ice diver these days.
busy?
RE: mistanvall - Star Eater - January 14, 2025
star eater lifted her tail high in greeting, stepping forward with a confident grace as she brushed her nose lightly around ice diver’s neck, a warm gesture of familiarity.
no, not busy,she replied, her voice carrying the faintest edge of amusement.
with a flick of her muzzle, she motioned toward the hide she’d carefully prepared, pride glinting in her whitened gaze.
look,she said simply, her tone softening.
for you.
she stood back slightly, waiting for the war chief’s reaction, her own satisfaction evident in the subtle curve of her lips.