Shadewood qairulik ☄

unsure of why he had shortened her name, but deciding it was unoffensive, the girl could not hide the surprise that brightened her grass-eyes. "he spoke of me?" kukutux inquired, though in the next moment had chastised herself internally for her rudeness.

but still it made little sense — why would cry mention her to a stranger? and with pride, epic had said. beneath her ivory fur, the duck coloured; she lowered her head so that the kind messenger would not see her smile. perhaps the shaman thought more highly of her than kukutux had realized. it was an honour she would cherish long after the gentle young man before her had departed.

upcoming family ... perhaps epic spoke of the children that cry and gwen would expect. "of course," kukutux murmured, lifting her head with a soft smile for the friendly creature. "i will tell him. and i do not need anything," she stumbled, wondering why he would ask. it was a strange place, this world in which she found herself.