Moonspear tupigigaa ⊥

jarilo had never brought shame to kukutux for the differences in how she believed, how she practiced. indeed; now he put himself as active participant into her suggestions, remaining in no passive role while they spoke. it was respect, the duck had come to learn, the thorough same her husband might give a member of his clan or a newcomer upon the borders.

a mutual sense of it in her chest as she listened to jarilo fill in the weavings of desdemona's smaller details. she had taken the woman for her silent ferocity as a loyal hunter beneath the watch of moonspear. but she had not known the first of it, and contemplated on the unsaid questions about desdemona that her husband had answered.

"this is true," the duck answered, "but when i visited, it seemed as though it is a place of the young ones. girls," she whispered a bit more directly, allowing herself the conception of a looser air with jarilo. "he already has a son who is the age of sialuk and saviguk. a woman with more moons would be best." kukutux let out her breath, nudged the edge of his jawline.

"perhaps in future times," she lilted teasingly, "men who want wives will come to speak with the atsak in moonspear village, kukutux, who will find for them a match." a happy thought, though one spun from nothing so far as she could tell.