The Heartwood agra ♨

agana was kind, her voice gentle. she did not judge kukutux for having been a wife so young, at least not to appearance, and for that the duck was grateful. the offer of aid would have elated the girl who once lived in shadewood keep, but kukutux had been along long enough to question the tenets of her upbringing

"i thank you," she murmured, dipping her muzzle in gratitude. "but," and here her jadestone gaze lifted shyly, searching the knowingness of agana's features, "i do not think it must be that way."

stupid girl! the spirit raged. how could it be another way? you would not bear children to give your husband happiness from where he lives now? unable to close her inner ear to the ranting, she fell silent, pensive.