Moonspear ignivik ¦

a silken weariness was stealing over kuktutux, the first slumber after which the young no longer reside in the protective circlet of one's body. the spirits danced, and all was well. it was as if she were a child again, falling asleep to the sound of drumming feet.

a blink, and her mate had drawn close to the drizzled opening, and then his sleek body was slipping against her own. a sigh feathered from her throat, first at his reassurance, and then his kiss; kukutux felt drunk with a deep and sweet love as he told in a single sound how it had been to hear her struggle.

and look what they had been given at the end of it. a slow smile crossed the snowdrop's glowing, wan countenance as she turned her gaze to his expression.

"sialuk," she whispered gently, indicating the paler babe with a dip of her muzzle. "she came with the rain. she is like a drop of it on the earth. that is sialuk." a pause to hear what her husband would say, or if he would only listen, and then she moved to motion toward their son. "saviguk. i felt as though i stood in a storm of ice. he is a part of the snow." 

now she was silent; she reached to kiss his cheek and then settled back against the warmth of his protective, wondering figure with green gaze gone dreamy and moonwater. if he spoke of the names, kukutux would hear it all; she cupped the pale petals of her ears forward, glancing down to their tiny eider-chicks.