Moonspear akunika ⛰

desdemona rejoined in the way of kaliggak sharp sound upon packed snow. kukutux blinked once, lowering her head to the woman's pronouncement. "what is here for you, sister?" hydra had dirge; he had a fine strong wife in her, and the duck was certain that new children would be born to their hearth in spring.

she knew her boldness shone; her eyes roved to the earth, apologetic, but kukutux knew not why any would want the years to pass them by without the hope of stamping their name into one. "you are too good to be uiggasuk." not just a husband and hope of children; freedom from the expectations of moonspear. the ability to reinvent oneself elsewhere. as kukutux had felt upon coming to live in the green village.