Totoka River uuliktuk ☙

she was not certain what to do with his kindness. it was upon the tip of the girl’s tongue to ask that he escort her wherever it was he sought next, but it would have been unseemly.

isolated as kukutux had been these months, the duck had not forgotten her sense of propriety. after all, the last time she had not heeded convention, cry had entered her life.

”stay awhile with me,” she smiled gently. ”it will make it easier for me to grow accustomed to the new world.”