Moonspear agnaurak ✢

jarilo was so guarded! they spoke in vaguest terms of a future, upon which her heart had been set, and he had only begun to edge around the perimeters. perhaps that was the gist of it, the duck realized. it had been explained to her that such things did not happen in moonspear, that he must be given his own choice. that such was not a requirement, but a decision to be formed as one.

kukutux could not understand such things; had jarilo wished her to be his wife this very evening, she would have answered the bidding gratefully. but his interest, if she could place her hope upon such, was more focused upon the details of herself, the etchings of her soul. this frightened the little bird, who had long lived her life comfortably at the whim of others. she felt she had nothing to offer to this inquiring, reticent man. what if he was unamused by her? what if he regretted any of this involvement?

she must trust, the girl decided, lifting her small head. "i do not expect you to love me," she said quite simply. such a great committment was made with one's heart, and his surely, was hard to capture in such a way. perhaps he had felt it before, like herself, yet it was not integral to her needs love was not necessary to make a home. to be a wife. "but i too plan to remain here." her verdant gaze grew shy, but kukutux, for a suspended moment, surrendered all self-castigation and searched for jarilo's gaze.