Altar of Twilight but that was just a dream

she felt the salt lifting beneath her feathered ruff, the salt of it tracing kukutux and limning her with a hundred memories. this water was different, former, foreign somehow. 

but out there was an island, and when the snows came, so would the sea ice. the duck paused, closing her eyes a moment as she lifted her face to the ocean zephyr. "you are blessed to live so close to the mother water, aiolos."