Shadewood qairulik ☄

she could not be sure of the names for the expressions that crossed epic's face, but kukutux was charmed by each one that entered the other's eyes. "it was a long journey," the girl ventured. "before we started, cry caught for me a very large fish." she recalled how she had dried part of it, how they had slept close to one another on their trek back to the shadewood. before ... before.

she must not think of such things now.

"i do not mind answering. my heart is heavy, but soon it will be at home in this place." so she hoped, though the tension between cry and herself was distracting, almost damning. "will you tell me of your home?" kukutux inquired gently, settling her green eyes upon the gold coins of the boy's face.