Altar of Twilight but that was just a dream

for alliances. there was something similar: to bind two clans as one. a girl who married into another family brought with her skins, meats, and kinship ties. a boy who brought his wife to live with his mother's people brought the promise of new life among their hearths. it was sometimes necessary, but kukutux had never known anyone to refuse. 

ruo. she held the word within her ears, wishing to memorize it. he did not speak of a wife. but this woman was the mother of his son, so he said. having taken aiolos' spirit into herself and created a child, she was worthy of such respect. the snowduck nodded knowingly. "i do not need an answer quickly."

she traveled in pleasant quiet alongside him a while, looking off toward the sea once more. "it was warm when i last went," when she had fled the keep. "i would like to visit the large salt when it is colder. where perhaps i might see the ice again."