Moonspear call on me, call me

it was a contentment to kukutux that hydra thought so greatly of her, enough to look over the younger woman in her first time. it would be important to the well-being of the duck's children that they be brought up so readily. and yet she still felt very much outside the fringes of the inner family. but that was the way of things. they had been born here, she elsewhere.

kukutux then, would accept her lot. she did not need many things to subsist, and already the ostrega family had given her so much. a home. a name. and now children. a smile arrived on the duck's demure face. "she has met with me once," the waterbird revealed. and had scolded her like a toddling babe, but that was aside from the point.

"what does moonspear need that it does not have?" she inquired then, cryptic in a fit of confidence.