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kukutux blinked. "they go beyond the dancing lights," she mumbled, and then more loudly: "the spirits of those who pass are never far." a quirk of her lips, a pang in her heart. "i do not know any here that speak to them as i was taught, but if you listen, you will hear their words."

a swallow; she straightened in the war, a ripple chasing itself into a shiver. "even if you did not know her face, you may know her after." the words came from kukutux in a rush like melted water. the duck halted, worried the inside of her jaw, longed for guidance of her own. "i still hear my mother, at times," she said thoughtfully, carefully, bringing the light pressure of her springmint eyes to bear upon toad amelia.

"you bring an offering. and you ask for their voice to come to your dreams."