Phantom Hollow saviguk ❄

the thrall spoke in riddles, and kukutux thrilled to the idea of a story perhaps lurking beneath the willow's tones. her people wove tales into the tapestry of their lives; they were not only for children. and so timidly she snuck another glance at the maybe-ghost. 

andraste seemed whole, but the duck was suddenly wary that a tuungak had taken the form of melancholy beauty, and thusly presented itself to kukutux for a warmer reception. "why do you say these things?" the girl pressed, worried now for the mortality of her young soul.