Moonsong Glacier kasuutiruk ‡

congrats on 600!! i reccommember when kukutux was but a wee lass

warmth and smiles had never been their thing, yet arcturus was arrested by the solemn beauty that cloaked kukutux. he drew to a stop wordless besides her, waiting for her quiet voice to fill the cold cracks of the empty mountain air.

oh - was that it? arcturus' brow furrowed. he had not sought her, either. their lives were like a river, slugging ever onwards. no turning back. no deviation from the path. "what's wrong?" the mountaineer pressed, brushing aside her comment -- for as sorrowful as a lost chance of a meeting had been, he did not believe that to be the source of the heaviness which cowled her features.