Silverlight Terrace but your so far away

counting crows is iconic <3

with the rest of what aiolos said, kukutux saw that he fell away from talk of jarilo. why had he asked if she was happy? slowly her gaze moved back to his offering, and the inner spirit spoke with a clarity she had not seen before. her joy with her husband had been questioned again and again until the duck began to feel flawed, as if she was not grateful for the life the blackfox had given her and their children.

kukutux was, and dearly so, but her mind had realized that her thankfulness did not translate to what others called 'love.' their concept of it foreign from her own, unknown. perhaps, perhaps now she must only answer yes, not so directly that others might comment upon her answer.

aiolos, speaking of sacrifice. her people too had done the same, but for twins. once carried the wickedness, and the other must be separated. for the sake of the clan, the evil twin must be taken away. and this was not an easy decision to make, and only a shaman could make it. but kukutux had never heard of twins surviving, in the same way that she did not understand why anyone would give potential hunters to die.

the redsun wanted more children, and he wanted them within the framework of a proper pairing. and then betrothed, and then moonspear's women, and kukutux did not know if she was right to assume, but her mind swept there at once. silenced by the conception that maybe aiolos had wanted her, then putting it aside firmly. he did not. and even if he had meant to ask, more tethered the duck to moonspear than living beings.

"you want her to come on the salt water with you?" the duck asked, finally drawing up her jadestone gaze as far as his cheekbone. "or — you would come to moonspear?" surely the former; she could not conceive of the latter.

for he had asked if she was happy, and now kukutux felt the small hurt of it blistering in the back of her mind.