Silverlight Terrace walkin' after midnight

she quailed as the man approached. he was the color of the sky before rain; his height cast a shadow over kuktutux and she felt pierced through by the cold light of his icewater stare.

this distance, the duck was confused to scent hydra upon him, for she had not seen this anmaak before. perhaps he was another of the great family. wilted, kukutux struggled for her voice. "i greet you."