Duck Lake aanniqtuq ☀

It was instinctual for him to memorize a face, a name, a voice, a body, a scent. And over half of it being embranded in his mind at the woman’s request, Cry began to feel some connection to this almost imposing maiden. 
Whether she chose to come with him, or leave him emptily, he would not be able to forget her, now. A name however, would seal her memory into his mind for good. 

Starting over, Cry took a deep breath as he tried to reevaluate the best way to handle this situation. And moreso, rethink himself, and who he was. Already, schemes were coming together, tactical decisions that would have to suffice for these coming seasons. Her proposal and an interminable one of his own. 

“What is your name?” He was aware of how with her growing passion, how she referred to herself was much more direct wordage. Instead of representing as a separate entity, she may have felt emboldened and closer to personally identifying herself to him. “I am Cry,” he gave her the alias for now, as he did not know how this exchange would end up. She was so very young, and his heart would ache should she feel the need to live her life out alone until a man came for her and offered her life. What if they abused her?

But the offer she had proposed to him aroused concerns of his own. Though he and Gwen had a few years left, this youthful girl would pose much less worry to him for Gwen. The older women became, the more prone they were to death in childbirth. As far as he knew, Gwen hadn’t had any children by another- or so she hadn’t told him. But the ivory queen was priceless to him, and as this younger woman offered herself an entire year of time for him to think about her fertility, he compared such to Gwen’s own. He couldn’t let her hurt herself should his trust of Sanguine’s advice fall short. 

“We will consider you...and consider your offer.” His own self fought against these ideals... but the Assassin had to preserve Gwen for as long as he could. This more than likely was a blessing in disguise. She even offered to clean and take care of stocking and drying fish... she would aptly be much more of a wonderful addition than a hinderance. He would have to try and have a talk with Gwen of the terms though...as her opinion was what mattered more to him than seemingly his own. “Know that I am grateful for your offer. Such duties are very essential to a stable pack, and you would be an absolute blessing in your own right should you apply yourself in Shadewood.” 

The Phantom took a step closer to the skeletal artic fae, his own hopes for her put aside as he tried to encourage her. “Please, eat. Once you are filled, come with me so we can talk this over together.”