Moonspear xii mikigak

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it was of importance that kukutux felt the feelings of loneliness subside within her at the nearness of another tribesman. their ways were different; while she held no judgement, the duck was surprised by what he did not know. but the ways of the isle had not been that of the world. she was only grateful to share such words with him, to know that her time upon the sea-ice had not been a cruel mirage unmirrored in this world.

and so she was happy to take up the mantleweaving and the storytelling. for only in their ways and their stories did their world continue. it was imperative that kukutux always remember. now she had had saviguk and sialuk to memorize the truths she had always known. it was her role, then, to give the same precious stones to kigipigak, in the belief that he too would pass them down.

the young hunter's suggested reminded kukutux of another difference, not only in the separate-similar ways they had been raised. in the interaction of men with men, brash, and the more muted responses women had toward one another. the duck was reminded of bronco's forwardness, osiris even. and they had been reared in this place. it was the ways of the youthful man, she thought with quiet amusement, feeling quite advanced in age compared to him for a long moment.

"it is hard to be a woman with a strong spirit. you are good hunter, but you are not like the others. not soft," kukutux told him. "i had not thought bear could be my totem." she paused a moment, considering. "so the island walks in my dreams," the palewife murmured thoughtfully, enjoying the image it created within her mind. "so they tell me i am not alone. and i hope they continue to come to you, the old ones," the duck answered with a brief somberness. "they will guide their children."